I bid you good morning dear sweet people; it is with an underlying precipitous current of anacreontic symptoms that I write to say;
"Busy, curious, thirsty sigh,
Drink with me, and drink as I;
Freely welcome to my cup,
Could'st thou sip and sip it up.
Make the most of life you may;
Life is short and wears away.”
So how goes it with the pari passu crew?
Myself and I presently return from Welkin, tenebrous times repugn. Whether perspicacious or acutely pleonasm, I palliate, as it is hardly opprobrium. However, I obdurate with a moue.
In an effort to at least appear luculent, I shall refrain from writing lucubrate; so stop your lachrymose.
I shall instead regale y’all with a rendition of my vacation. Even though many warned me of the perils I could face in Canada; none could diminish my great expectations…
As I approached the bluff above the vally…
Unfortunately the lift to the hotel was outta order…
To get to the beach you had to go through the back yard…
Down the path….
Past the effluent overflow…
Climb the sand dunes…
By this time the tide was out…
So I took the short cut…
Time for a little skinny dippin’, but the sand was a little on the cold side.
Next semester: A very copacetic Mobile.
FQ: Have a great time, just remember; America is not just one big theme park. (Did I just say that?)
Tulip: Safe travel and wonderful experiences to come.
Izzie: Do have the most exciting times on your US vacation. In anticipation of your visit I have booked a suite at The Peninsula Chicago on The Magnificent Mile to use as a crash pad; just don’t tell Wandel, I can’t afford his restaurant tab!
May I extend a belated welcome to Small, I don’t think I have had the pleasure; which is not something I can say about many south of the Mason-Dixon line.
The legions of Brooke admirers can relax; she resides North and aways West.
Rollin down a backwoods Tennessee byway, one arm on the wheel, holdin my
Lover with the other: a sweet, soft, southern thrill.
Worked hard all week; got a little jingle on a Tennessee Saturday night.
Couldn’t feel better: I’m together with my Dixieland delight.
Chorus:
Spend my dollar; parked in a holler neath the mountain moonlight; hold her
Uptight; make a little lovin, a little turtle dovin on a mason dixon night.
Fits my life, oh, so right: my Dixieland delight.
Whitetail buck deer munchin on clover, redtail hawk settin on a limb, a
Chubby old groundhog, croakin bullfrog, free as the feelin in the wind.
Home grown country girl gonna give me a whirl on a Tennessee Saturday night.
Lucky as a seven livin in heaven with my Dixieland delight.
Chorus:
Except that is Missy, who remains stubbornly a refusenik. Guess I had better change my name from Nik!
Dearest VeBay, may I say how happy I am to see you in good health and fine sprits at this stage of your confinement. May you continue to blossom.
Good to see ya Foxy-Locksy, hope the heat is not getting too much for you.
Oh Dev, how I miss our fun and games; sweet memories.
To all you guys out there; see y’all at the clambake " I’ll bring the quahogs!
On a statistical note; it is interesting to see that this thread has at last caught up with the score of: Can 'nothing' exist? . The lowest common denominator strikes again!
May the fruits of your labor succor loved ones.