A friend pipes up, ‘I always thought the Audubon was a freeway in Germany. Not too sure about beatniks, but Wisconsin is full of cheeseheads.’ Good point about the German freeway. If I were from Wisconsin, I'd say I knew about nothing but cheese. If I were from Iowa, substitute corn. If I were from Florida, substitute alligators. If I were from Louisiana, substitute gumbo. If I were from New Mexico, substitute chile.
Another friend offers, ‘When traveling thru Oregon on I 5, just above Grants Pass is Wolf Creek, I like to stop at Heaven On Earth pastries and have the largest cinnamon roll ever. It's so delicious, it's real name is sin-amen roll.’
A pastor friend from Idaho notes, ‘We used to have spud-nuts which were doughnuts and were very good.’ I visited Stoke's in Burley on Wednesday and Friday afternoons, when Hailey is making OUTSTANDING doughnuts. Conversation once:
Me: I came here on a a doughnut run on Wednesday, but you weren't here.
Hailey: My dog had surgery.
Me; Your dog's surgery is more important than our doughnuts? (knowing how she will answer)
Moral: If you don't want to know the answer, don't ask the question.
Hailey proceeded to tell me about her dogs, including a Great Dane. I know friends in Michigan who have a Great Dane—it has the saddest expression I've seen on a dog—looks looks like its whole family died yesterday. But that's not the case—it’s a lone dog (allusion to a children’s poem about ‘I’m A Lean Dog, a mean dog, a wild dog and lone…’). I wondered if the Great Dane had been reading Schopenhauer and Kierkegaard, but that's not the case either. The dog is illiterate. Then I discovered the reason: Great Danes have short life-spans—5-6 years max, Hailey says. My Michigan friends' Great Dane is depressed because it knows its mortality.)
And, as another friend says, ‘an irritating little yipper and nipper like the Chihuahua can live for up to 18 years!’ Chihuahuas should simply be served up with hot sauce in tamales—and probably are.
A distant relation says, ‘Like the dog in your scenario, Kierkegaard was a great Dane too. However, I prefer the great Dane Hans Christian Anderson, who I suspect, like you, may have enjoyed an immortal donut or two.’ True, dat, Danish bakeries being the Heavenly places they are.
When you want an after-dinner speaker or stand-up comedy night, let me know.
Meanwhile physiotherapy went on, and became more strenuous as focus shifted from flexibility (achieved) to building strength in right knee because the body doesn't trust it. One technician at physiotherapy quit because she's getting married. The new one is named Shelby, so I told her this:
Shelby comin' 'round the mountain when she comes....’
(Next I'll tell her 'Shelby drivin' six white horses when she comes...' and 'Shelby wearin' pink pajamas when she comes...')
And office manager's name is Autumn, so just before Halloween I sent her an email with the first line from Edgar Allan Poe's 'Fall of the House of Usher': '...in the autumn of the year...'
Autumn poetry also put me in the mental frame for:
'If you were coming in the Fall
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls--
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fears the numbers fuse--
If only Centuries, delayed,
I'd count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman's Land.
If certain, when this life was out--
That yours and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity--
But now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee--
That will not state--its sting.'
Emily Dickinson, Poem No 511 in The Complete Poems of...
I dedicated to my friends scattered over the world--I wish we were all in one place. As a friend said, ‘some day soon we all will be in one place.’