Thanksgiving with Tish
Here's a tiny slice of my life for you, fellow blogmates, with thankful wishes for all of your kindness during my first year as a blogger. Wishing you were here with me in California ...
Especially charming in the stillness of early evening are the sounds of sweet strings traveling from the stereo and drifting out my screen door, filling the trees and the airs around me with song. And in the air song mixes with jasmine. I have become an especially mindless breed of aquatic creature now, after swimming two miles to make up for the mile I missed yesterday. And my pleasure is simply to sink --and to sink deeply-- into the hottest hot water I can bear without burning up or dying young.Incapable of speech or motion, except the sinking, the slow lowering down now of the entire body and being into the water: 103 sensuously perfect and glorious degrees of bubbling hot spa waters envelop me ...I am completely submerged, except my face and one hand. Yes, one hand. The hand that supports a stem glass of an ice cold blended -- on and over rocks -- tropical admixture of my own design ... secret: cherry grenadine, fruit juices, freshly squeezed, and one tequila ice cube, a flotilla of frozen grapes and more secrets ...Taking a small sip and then another, I feel a lightness and a sweetness flood over me. It's a primordial sweetness, older than words.
Delicious. Thanks, Ticia.
November 21, 2007 6:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
What TeraP said. Nice to see you back :-)
Glenn
November 21, 2007 6:52 PM | Reply | Permalink
You found your way back to consciousness, it seems, and we're glad.
At least someone has nice weather. I'm gonna pour a whisky, and look for someplace to make a fire. Surely there's a spare viola I can burn.
November 21, 2007 7:56 PM | Reply | Permalink
To the Cafe's Jacuzzi Floozy-
Attention! The first annual meet up of the coffee swilling, espresso macchiato sipping, popcorn chomping, viola burning, head examining, veteran blogging, cat loving, dog obeying, washing machine repairing, canadian living and other assorted warm and cold butted denizens will be at TISH's HOUSE in California. Drinks will be on her. (Literally, probably)
Everyone should look at their calenders and message Thera P with their available dates (she's good at that sort of thing). Stay tuned in and turned on for details!
“You live and learn. At any rate, you live.” Douglas Adams
November 21, 2007 11:28 PM | Reply | Permalink
A traveling Saloon? Kind of like a traveling Minstrel Show? Ok, I'm up to it.
And Tish, you may have missed a bit, so click on my blog and go back and read about TPM Saloon - it's all there. Just so you know what to expect.
The nice thing about a place like the Saloon is that it's portable. There's no upkeep. It's there when you need it. And as I said to someone,
It's anything you want it to be.
A live-blog of "TPM Saloon at Tish's."
The Cafe Saloon... see you there.
A Saloon - where you're always at home.
November 22, 2007 8:23 AM | Reply | Permalink
Ok, Tish. If you read the first comment of mine from the other day (above this one here) and then check the links I'll put in here, you will be up to speed. The comment about meeting at your house, I interpreted, and others likely did too, means a Pretend Saloon at your place.
Nothing for you to do - or us either. And it's all a fantasy of the wild west but updated or enlarged or whatever in any way we want.
I'm going to put up a post in a week or so in order to "plan" for the "date" of the Saloon live blog... or whatever it turns out to be.
So ... at my blog you can read (backwards or forwards... doesn't matter) 3 posts (even if you start at the 3rd, it will link back):
We all had a lot of fun... and I'm sorry you missed it... but you won't miss "TPM Saloon... Tish Edition." (or whatever we call it)
It's a break from politics. And reality. There will be music and good times, pets, and awards (from time to time). Etc.
Any questions.... ask me or Festus.
Peace.
November 25, 2007 11:01 AM | Reply | Permalink
Speaking of "enlarging" the fantasy gave me an instant mental images of the evil cowboys, eating beans around the campfire in Blazing Saddles. In my image, they were being served by formally dressed waiters, complete to napkin over arm.
Hmmm...what would the sommelier have suggested for them?
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Howard
*equal opportunity offense to both extremes*
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" [George Santayana]
November 25, 2007 11:15 AM | Reply | Permalink
Complimentary bottles of Beano?
My favorite saloon image is Marty McFly seeking Doc in the 1885 version of Hill Valley (Back to the Future, III). Entering the saloon and asking for water, he's informed by the surly bartender that "Here we drink whisky," who slams a label-free bottle down and sloshes a shot into a glass, and tendrils of smoke rising from the counter show where a few drops spilled.
November 25, 2007 11:34 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yes, it was a joke, riffing off the Saloon hilarity that Thera P started last week. Sorry if that wasn't clear. (Geesh, better work on my humor.)
It will be interesting to see how a jacuzzi fits into the saloon motif. Are you working on that Thera P?
...the delusional is no longer marginal. It has come in from the fringe, to sit in the seat of power in the Oval Office and in Congress. Bill Moyers
November 25, 2007 3:36 PM | Reply | Permalink
Ye old swimming hole?
Or, could be we have some Norske people in Dodge, who know how to do a sauna.... or think they do... and it came out as a jacuzzi.
What the heck? if we can have latte type drinks, we can have a jacuzzi. Or maybe the village bath?
Or simply have the whole Saloon at Tish's... for the day!
Think of it like Dr. Who. It's only a telephone booth, but very large inside.
Pick one! Or All!
Once Tish catches on... I'll put up a blog so people can decide when we're doing this.
Namaste to all. (see Festus for an explanation)
November 25, 2007 4:39 PM | Reply | Permalink
With all the benefits milk has for the skin, why not a latte jacuzzi?
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Howard
*equal opportunity offense to both extremes*
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" [George Santayana]
November 25, 2007 7:04 PM | Reply | Permalink
Howard, you've saved the day!
I've already arranged things with the Ministry of Magic. But that takes the cake!
November 25, 2007 7:23 PM | Reply | Permalink
If it helps any, I knew a cat named Dorian Gray. Oh, many kittens play with streams of water from the sink, but one of his humans thought, at first, that she was caught in a remake of Psycho, until she realized Dorian was calmly sitting in a corner of the shower stall, dripping, and watching.
He outdid himself when he would fling himself into an operating jacuzzi. It wasn't so much that he was spinning in the whirlpool, but that his tail was always high. We never quite figured out if it was a periscope or a snorkel.
Bubble baths are one of my weaknesses. My late Clifford, while generally a highly intelligent felid, never quite worked out that there was water under the bubbles. He's climb onto my chest, and swish his tail through the bubbles. Now, he had a very large and muscular tail, so to avoid bruising, I had to reach out periodically and wring out out his tail.
Clifford was coal black, except that he last inch of his tail was snow white. He probably got to be 2 1/2 before he concluded the tail was part of his body. Until then, he'd occasionally look over his shoulder, and try to run away from the white thing chasing him.
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Howard
*equal opportunity offense to both extremes*
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" [George Santayana]
November 25, 2007 7:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
Ah yes, the Cafe blogger in their natural setting. People don't appreciate what we go through to deliver the goods.
Happy Thansgiving to everyone.
November 22, 2007 1:00 AM | Reply | Permalink
Missed you, Kiddo! Thanks for the spectacular images and description. Happy Thanksgiving.
November 22, 2007 5:52 AM | Reply | Permalink