The Occasional Joke


Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.


Sunday, August 5, 2007

The Hanging Gardens of Joseph St

I've mentioned to a couple of people that we were trying the "hanging tomato" thing this year. The blank looks suggest that y'all are not reading enough airline magazines ... anyway, here's the result so far. You put the plants in at the bottom of this thing, fill the sack with potting soil, water it religiously (thanks, Linda), and in fact, tomatoes grow out the bottom. These are supposed to be Romas, as you can see. I'll report further when we actually eat one, but so far, so good.





Downtown, Eastside, Lamb Chop News

Last night, we took our dinner plans downtown and again found that the Earle's outside tables are the best seat if what you want is sunset action. Yes, I said "sunset" in the context of Ann Arbor. We do have 'em, here in the midwest, although they tend toward pastels and not the flaming pallettes of seaside venues. And since it's a block off Main and doesn't specialize in huge plates of medium-competent tourist food, like most of the Main Street Ventures shoppes, you can usually get a seat, more or less on demand.

So we ate, and my meal included half a dozen frenched lamb chops, the bones of which I requested "to go" for a certain Shepherd who'd had a hard day -- jumped unexpectedly by a traumatized grayhound. No damage except to Coney's ego, I suspect. Anyway, we took the bones home to the Eastside, presented her with one, and -- and then, what DID we do with the rest of them? Whatever it was, it wasn't secure, since the box appeared on the floor at bedtime, autoclave cleaned of every last organic molecule, no bones to be found. Oh, well. Stealth dog. We knew that. No osteoporesis for her, she's getting her calcium.