Really Random

[hummingwolf]

Beverage of the Day: Celestial Seasonings Tuscany Orange Spice. Yum.

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The petroleum company came back yesterday morning to deliver our oil, saying that they hadn't actually sucked oil out of our tank on Thursday but had put in a few before the tank on their truck ran out, and that the difficulty with our furnace since then must be entirely unrelated. The landlord spent some time yesterday fiddling with the furnace and finally got it working again, only to return to futzing around with it last night because the thermostat messed up and the furnace kept turning itself on even when it was 75 degrees inside.

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I've been having Really Deep Thoughts all weekend, but I don't feel like talking about any of 'em. You'll have to settle for someone else's Really Deep Thoughts (or come up with your own). For now, behold my randomness!

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Unnecessary Purchase of the Day: A Nestle Crunch with Caramel.

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Woke up overheated today because, while it was a reasonable 69 degrees indoors when I went to bed last night, the temperature had rebounded to the mid-70s by this morning. The outside temperature was also warm today (mid-70s and fairly humid, feeling like late spring), yet nine out of ten people outdoors were wearing either long-sleeved sweaters or winter jackets.

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Work of Art of the Day: That tree by the public library with green leaves by the trunk, golden leaves mid-branch, and deep red-violet leaves on the outermost twigs.

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Spent part of this evening listening to Celtic anti-war songs on "The Thistle & Shamrock" while reading this.

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Poem which has been sticking in my mind all weekend (one my father loved reciting):

Strictly Germ-proof, by Arthur Guiterman

The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up;
They looked upon the Creature with a loathing undisguised;-
It wasn't disinfected and it wasn't Sterilized.

They said it was a Microbe and a Hotbed of Disease;
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees;
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as Banished Hope
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.

In sulphureted hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand
And 'lected it a member of the Fumigated Band.

There's not a Micrococcus in the garden where they play;
They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day;
And each imbibes his rations from a Hygienic Cup-
The Bunny and the Baby and the Prophylactic Pup.

Comments

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

tuscany orange! sounds luscious. so does the tree.

i enjoyed all the scatterings. hope the deep thinking pays off somehow. but it was mean of you to tell us we had to do our own deep thinking. the noive of some people! :D

[whitelinefever.livejournal.com]

Your dad's taste in poetry ran many directions.
Note: the Work of Art of the Day bordered on Really Deep Thought.Thank god for the Crunch.

[skygypsy.livejournal.com]

ha! that poem is too funny! heehee ;)

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Hey, I didn't say you had to do your own deep thinking, I just said that was an option. You can still find Really Deep Thoughts elsewhere, just not here & now. :-)

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Thanks to Dad's taste in poetry, I was the first kid in my class to learn the meaning of "prophylactic"--though for a kid the word "loathing" was much more useful.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

I've always loved that poem. "I want to hear the poem with the bunny!"