Lola at the Coffee House

You must be one hell of a marksman then!

I was only trying to cheer Lola up a bit. From one or two things she has said I have the impression that she is a bit down.

I don't give a **** what you think about it fm. You don't know how to read. You've been reading for all the wrong reasons. And probably reading shite that was written for all the wrong reasons too. You began a personal self-improvement program at far too early an age. I don't rate such things although I recognise we need them. I have always thought that the best thing was to do whatever had a chance of making money in the immediate future. Or making whoopee. How a well evolved microbe would likely proceed.

My feeble attempts at gardening are not aimed at growing some of my own food for example. I like watching the little tender seedlings sprout up looking for the sun. They can rely on me for the other stuff. Seeing them getting bigger and bigger and flowering. I talk to them a bit just in case they like it. If they don't what does it matter. Tomato flowers remind me of the little gaggles of girls at the seaside I used to be so scared of. I tie them to canes so they don't get any ideas about going the way they are disposed to do.

That's a pleasant enough metaphor. Unlike your unpleasant one.

And as Apisa reminded Setanta, or the other way round, on another thread--you thinking it sad does not mean it is sad. That's what's so funny about some of you giuys. You lay down a correct principle and shortly afterwards proceed to shred it.

You are, to a writer, what a Mother Superior is to a seducer who had laid a bet on his prowess at the banquet which follows the Archbishop's blessing of the sacred stones. And you're not alone.

Sitting down with Spendi at the bar.
Here Spendi, let me see what you're drinking. Want a refill? I think your response made it clear what you meant about Mr. Darwin. That's exactly what I wanted to understand. Thank you. Your writing style is exceptional . You use lots of words in a creative and entertaining way, while others of us are more into density. Both styles are commendable. And as fm says, your gems are always fun to find. Are you ok?

Frank, how are you coming over there on the dualism threads? I had to take a little break. It was scrambling my brains. Your tenacity is exemplary. georgeob left all these cookies here last night. He had to run to catch a plane. Sturgis told us he had given them away, but he was only joking. I just warmed them up and find they're better today than they were last night. Want some. Yummmmm, with coffee.

Has anyone seen that blonde guy from Gevalia around here? He was here earlier and Wassau ran him off....... not Wassau's type apparently. But I wanted to ask him what he wanted, other than selling some coffee beans.

Rockhead, you're never intruding. You're always welcome. A cookie, coffee, tea?

Lola sits down at her favorite sunny table by the window.

Today I have to study this book. I'm attending some training in a few days and the book has to be read.

That's very nice of you Spendi. I am a bit down, but it won't last for long. The sun helps and of course all my friends.

Things are going quite nicely, Lola.

Gotta start cutting back on desserts. Gained a bit of weight this winter...and I wanna be back in golf shape when the warm weather gets here.

Which is my way of saying...no cookies for now.

Just a glass of water...with a lemon slice, if you don't mind.

I'm in a rest phase and possibly looking for a little mischief to get into.
I just finished reading The Little Drummer Girl, a hard read at the best of times for me. Finally it ended.

Maybe putting together a pasta sauce won't be enough mischief.
Thinking I will start a small canvas - spring is here, if not by actual date, by my feeling about the air around me - time to play with paint.

Oh ... you were serious?

I'm going to start asking for a half lemon. I'm tired, tired, of lemon slivers or lemon eighths that are sometimes cut to help you squeeze them but tend to do flip flops if you attempt it. Someone smart is going to start listing lemon water on menus, but I suppose we all vary in how much lemon we like. And if they did, it would be bottled and pasteurized and expensive, so never mind.

Send in the limes.

What sort of mischief do you have in mind osso? Knock-a-door and run.

If you said such a thing in a pub in England that answer would be a 90%er. Except on Quiz Nite. Clever-cloggs night. All sat in little huddles answering ridiculous questions and shushing the regulars. Making one half-pint of the weakest beer last all night.

Is it by Barbara Stanwyck?

I've never been in an actual pub, though I've been to a couple of irish bars in Los Angeles back in the day. Met a few fine people, I did, including my attorney, once boyfriend.

If Bergin's was in Hollywood, I'm a monkey's uncle. Maybe by some map.



No, to me mischief means that I get engaged in some play, which on a bad day can mean cleaning the closet.

That looks a pretty well set up pub. The bar seats are a bit too close together imo.

We survived - I met interesting people there, then, the girlfriend years.
We stopped there once on a sunday afternoon, the place quiet, and met a couple, full of themselves, as we were. Among his stories was of being Dustin Hoffman's roommate. Now - I am hard to impress, as I also knew an early Barbra roommate, plus someone who designed for her. This is all la la la in my long time city. But, that was a great double hour conversation.

I get bars.
I can't see in them, with my retinitis, but never have. I have fallen down in Tijuana, as we were seated at a table - and ne'er a drop on my part, it was ******* dark.

I have fallen in all the best places.
Dlowan with with me once when I did that, in New Mexico.

So - I have some association with Frank.

"The key is Frank".

Liner notes on John Wesley Harding.

Possibly Frank Harris, the wunderkind of wankers and wind weavers.

Ti...I only weigh 150 or so when I am in shape. I am now at almost 160. Ten pounds on someone my size give the appearance of a pregnancy. (Glad I've got a beard!)

It will be gone by the end of March.

And, yes, I was being serious.

By the way...I know your avatar smokes cigars...

...do you?

I once had plans to open a pub.

The plan included a shield outside...like on the English Pub's.

Half the shield would show a donkey (ass)...and the other side a dragon.

The name of the place would be "The Dragon Ass Pub!"

Never did it...but it was a cool idea.

OK Wassau. Two waters (one for Frank and another for Osso) but Osso wants a half lemon, got that? Frank will take the usual lemon slice. Frank would also like a weight watcher's Smart Ones dinner, he's trying to lose weight. No No, no complaining Wassau. Frank likes your cooking, but didn't you understand he wants to play golf. Bring one for Tico too, he could stand to lose a few pounds, I'm sure. And besides he wants to keep Frank company. He's sympathetic, you understand.

Osso is over in the corner. She's set up her easel and is painting a large, yellow half lemon. Yummmm, that looks so good Osso.

Bring Spendi another beer. He's over there flirting with the table full of young ladies..........

Which, the beard or the pregnancy?

Hey, you're the one who said you were being serious.



Is there any potato soup or some other potato dish in this place? My tastebuds are searching for potato and the usual black coffee. I'll be over in the corner there waiting.

should he be golfing during pregnancy?

sounds risky to me...