This old cartoon is from this very date, May 26, in 2009. I’ve loved a good tuna-salad sandwich since I was a kid. Mama made the best “tuna-fish salad,” but, like most of her recipes, her tuna salad was very simple. Mayonnaise, a little pickle relish and canned tuna. I know: it doesn’t get much more generic than that, but she had a real knack for mixing it all together. There’s nothing more dispiriting than anticipating a good tuna-salad sandwich and opening a can to find a watery mess that looks like the bottom of a chum bucket. As Arlo discovers, even buying the more expensive “chunk” variety is no guarantee of satisfaction.
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Blessings to ALL this week end
Lead by example – but poke those that cannot see.
Off the air for a few days.
GM Debbe
B’ugs
Interesting reflection on life, from one who has seen the elephant.
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Fascinating: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACkmg3Y64_s
Sorry Jean, I was daydreaming. What was that again?
Need to get back to boat shop. I ran out to pick up some sparkling wine, Barefoot Moscato, and some sparkling margaritas which intrigued me, in bottles. I looked at some good stuff but this group of volunteers are mainly beer drinkers. I may hAve no takers. I bought three bottles of wine at beginning of week to find no wine drinkers.
Today is last day so I thought we might toss a few drops on boat and name her.
Strip of 05.28.16:
Janis has realized that Thomas Wolfe was right.
Still, she is not a person to whom I would want to be married.
There is no pain greater than an unfaithful spouse, and that is what Janis was/is.
Dijon vu – The same mustard again.
Respectfully, I don’t agree that Janis was an unfaithful spouse. But I do think she was absolutely conflicted in that she had some sort of strong feelings for Vince. What did President Jimmy Carter once say – “I had lust in my heart”. I think Carter was a pretty honorable and decent guy, all in all, but acknowledged that human beings have frailties. Thinking about lustful thoughts is not the same as acting on them. I think in the last frame of today’s strip, Janis realizes the spark – or whatever it was – is gone. And perhaps she misses the IDEA of the spark. And youthful longings. Thoughts anyone?
Jackie: Throw enough wine at me and you can call me anything you wish.
Oh good, FINALLY a wine drinker. We are naming this boat Newton, as in fig. Not Sir Isaac. The volunteers picked the name.
My boat, the personal one of these, is still named Boat Widow.
My background gave me a love of wine that has never left. Well, I still eat the fruit and cheese and bread.
Once knew a rather tall guy with the surname “Newton”. Had a personalized car tag that read “BIG FIG”.
Had I one of those boats, it would be named “Figment”, as it would likely exist solely in my imagination.
Well, I only named one of the two I am building. Poured margaritas on the bow of this one and named it Newton. Boat Widow is sitting in a storage shed waiting to be freed and moved down to Farley Boat Works. She hasn’t been christened yet.
I love my endocrinologist who is named Duda and has a Sportscar with a plate Zippity.
Sorry Gal – I’ve been working 60+ hrs for a while now. I don’t recommend it. This week will hit close to 70 (depending on how tomorrow goes, maybe higher.) I should’ve stayed hourly.
No $#!+, Lady Mindy! But then you’d have missed all the prestige, recognition, and personal satisfaction that results from being part of the management team. 🙂
As a never-married, Bonnie, I probably should not be opining on Janis’s actions. I do think that calling Vince or accepting his call was a mistake on her part. By the time the call is over, even she realizes that was a mistake, although probably not for the same reason I think so. Perhaps the thing that actually bothers me most is her (somewhat cavalier, it seems to me) remark about “a private scrapbook of what might have been”, considering that what could have been 20 years ago would have likely included a breakup of her marriage to Arlo, wouldn’t it?
I know a funny personalized car tag for a urologist, also six letters, but I won’t say what it is.
Gary, nothing much, just that underneath our clothing we are all naked. 🙂
Nonny Mouse, my tastes in wine have changed over the years. Where I once liked full-bodied reds, now I find I prefer white wines. Not sure what caused the change, but there it is, so if you have a nice Viogner or Gewurztraminer, I’m in. As to beers, I really don’t like American beers. I have found that I prefer to sit in a biergarten with a stein of Augustiner any day than drink a Bud, or worse, Bud Lite. **shudder**
When I was in college I knew a young man named Newton. Yes, that was his given name. He was about 6’4, and I used to tell him he was just a fig of my imaginewton.
Hear about the urologist who found himself in court and requested a jury trial? He told his attorney to try to fill the jury panel with the doc’s ex-patients. The lawyer asked whether the urologist thought his treatments would sway those jurors to his side of the case. The doc replied, “Maybe so; maybe not – but doesn’t the law guarantee me a jury of my peers?”
Eugenia, you and I really, really should have met in college. 😉 I sort of like Japanese beers, so would that make us the Axis Beer Powers?
I glanced at my wine rack and saw Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Pinot Noir, Syrah and Zinfandel. I’m sensing a trend here.
My personal take on Wolfe:
For me, he was wrong.
It’s not that I can’t home again.
It’s that I don’t really want to.
Rick in Shermantown, you really can’t go home again physically, in the sense that passing time changes all but your memories. But in your mind, you can go home again, because it never changes there.
Jackie, your friend also could have had Camptown Ladies, or whatever the shortened version would be to fit the tag.
Ghost, I once had dinner with a lady who picked the restaurant. It turned out to be a place which made its own beer (before those appeared on every corner). I think they had four varieties plus their own root beer. At her insistence I ordered myself the sampler, which was small (2 ounce or so) cups of each. Although not an alcohol fan, my taste ran to the strongest stout and their light beer, with the stout tasting the best.
Oh boy. Just heard from brother who is taking road trip to Grand Canyon with his wife. They got to Albuquerque today and wife’s purse got stolen off registration counter, presumably by next couple who checked in. Now they can’t even get into the hotel room and are waiting for police to show.
Funny memory is that I liked all wines, reds, whites and roses including sparkling, fruity and deserts. I think I liked wines! It didn’t hurt they tended to be exceptional varietals paired with good food.
But I drank a lot of American wines because Mike was president of local chapters of American wine societies. I am about to experiment with wine sipping to see what happens? A la Janis, I may return to sipping in tub. Maybe if I forego the rich food I will be ok, no French chefs in my bathroom
I am happy to report that the fellow with the blog removed “Happy Memorial Day” after I sent the following to his private email:
I just read the opening to your blog this morning, and I earnestly ask you to remove “Happy” from “Memorial Day Weekend.”
I do not mean to cause offense, but this is a matter of great importance to me. Memorial Day is not meant to be a day of joy or celebration. Instead, it is meant to be a day of somber reflection, remembrance, gratitude, and, for almost all of us, sorrow. Who amongst us does not know someone who is serving or has served in this nation’s military? No one, I am sure. Who amongst us has not had a family member serve in the military during the course of this country’s history? Precious few, I know. How many of us have lost someone in armed combat? Too many.
“Happy Independence Day,” “Happy Thanksgiving,” and others are completely acceptable, but I maintain that “Happy Memorial Day” is not. I am aware that all customs and observances change and become something utterly alien to the form they had at birth. Some deserve to be changed or even erased from our culture. Memorial Day becoming a ubiquitous and ultimately hollow salutation as “Happy Memorial Day” is one change that I hope all pieces of the mosaic that is our American culture will resist.
Instead of saying, “Happy Memorial Day,” perhaps say, “Have a thankful Memorial Day” or “This Memorial Day, remember – and be grateful.”
Please: Join me in preserving the true purpose of this day.