March 12, 2005


Well, that was interesting...a trip to the Big City, several job interviews, a hip night out with the girls, a dip in the Mutant Pool, and I'm back and ready for action. First I have to thank Velociman for reincarnating me in prose as the One Ring To Rule Them All, and, presumably, in the darkness bind them (which would be okay by me provided the other two rings are Key and Kelley.) Slurp. My Velocifather is, though, far too kind. I was merely the bumpkin to Kelley's urbanity, the pock-mark to Key's unblemished beauty. And, the unmitigated horker-down of Velociman's proferrments of alcohol and red meat. We had a ball. I salute you, my friends.

I also salute Miss Elva Smith. Consider this blog's flag at half-staff for the duration; a man that I am coming to consider a friend lost his mother early this morning, a fine, upstanding Christian woman, of the old school, by all accounts a remarkable cook, a shrewd crossword puzzler, a lover of children and digging in the red earth she made her home. Miss Elva's funeral is on Monday morning, and Rob asks that donations be made in her name in lieu of flowers.

Requiescat in pace. Rob, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your brother.

Posted by Queenie at March 12, 2005 05:39 PM

Mutant pool, indeed.

To Miss Elva.

Posted by: Velociman at March 13, 2005 03:47 AM

Oh, it's blemished. And sagging. Thank you though honey. And thanks be to the suave yet spicy Mutant who pimped us so well.

Beautiful salute for Miss Elva.

Posted by: Key at March 15, 2005 12:42 PM

Thank you, darlin.' But mama went well, the funeral went well and that's all over now. I just have to correct one thing.

Mama's garden had some of the richest BLACK dirt you've ever seen, because she composted for years to make her own planting soil.

Collard greens are growing there now, because she managed to plant some for her "greens garden" before she became to weak to do it. I intend to pick them and cook them.

Posted by: Acidman at March 15, 2005 01:05 PM

Hey, Queenie, it was great meeting you in Atlanta. I hope that you get that job and that you and Mr. McFarland move up here so we can hang out some more. I think Pete and your husband would hit it off bigtime. And yes, I'll comment more often. Don't beat me! ;)

Posted by: Kelley at March 15, 2005 01:26 PM
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