He didn't get a Chatsford teapot at Target. That's for DAMN sure.
Do you guys drink tea? If not, why not? I'll send you teapots and tea.
In other exciting news:
Tonight I did all my dishes, and while under the influence of a mind-altering chemical, cleaned my stove. Not the ordinary kind of 'cleaned my stove' mind you: rather, the kind where I pull off the knobs and soak them in rubbing alcohol, and clean in the insides of the backs of the knobs with a pipe cleaner. You could insert your tongue into any orifice whatsoever of this stove with perfect confidence that it would yield nothing rancid or greasy. This stove is far more pure than a newborn child.
I also sleeved my thirty recent LP purchases and replaced plastic inner sleeves with fresh paper ones, as the plastic kind tend to bunch up and buckle the paper jacket. Recent purchases:
Purcell, lots of Schubert, some Schumann. I need to lay off the Schubert for a while. Had to evict some photo albums and computer books to make room for LPs. Bach & Schubert are the main culprits, though I've worked up a nice Ferrier collection. I've got hardly any Chopin, just that one Cortot record, maybe a few other odds & ends.
Likewise all unsleeved recent comic purchases, sleeved.
Smoked a pipeful of tobacco, with sips of armagnac in between, and listened to eight separate LPs of Schubert Lieder. Did my nails. Walked around the apartment in my N. Lepore tweed suit, feeling very distinguished, given the pipe.
I lack only a chess set and a beard, and being Middle eastern, the beard should require only a few weeks' abstention from depilation.
Ethnic Pride, you know. |
