Melon Slices

At this point I really have very little to say – or write. But I am rather tired of not having posted anything. So, a late-night, semi-drunk rambling may just do the trick. But I’m still not sure about what may be on my mind.

Melon slices. That’s what is on my mind. Not Honeydew. Too greeny. Cantaloupe is where it’s at. A nice orange-peachy. And what a great word that is. Look at it: Cantaloupe. I have one in the kitchen that I bought just a day or two ago. I will likely and hopefully slice it tomorrow. It should make a very nice breakfast. Nothing scoops quite like a melon. It’s as if the fruit wants to resist the spoon but just can’t. There’s no escaping the running of the juices. Or the stickiness that the juices leave behind. And certainly not the smell. When the cantaloupe is cut at just the right time, just the perfect ripeness, the aroma of its slicing lingers for hours.

That cantaloupe in the kitchen might not make it through the night.


Do you have cable television? Or a dish? Or any other type of programming system that give you hundreds of channels for hundreds of dollars? I do. I have a ton of channels. My favorites are 027, 030, 039, 045, 086, 143, 344, and 517. That’s how many channels we have and I do watch a lot of them. But right now I’m watching the Grateful Dead on PBS. It’s a live concert from 1978 and as I am typing this they are in the 18th minute of Friend of the Devil. Do you think Jerry Garcia ever had cable?

Now it’s time for Samson and Delilah.

I am not here to crack on the Bible, but you have to admit that the Samson and Delilah story is pretty crazy. Although it works better than Jonah and the Whale. But it’s a toss up with the whole Noah thing. Come on – two of EVERY animal! Give me a break. But stories are what life is all about. People have been telling wonderful stories about Samson and Noah and Zeus and Ares and Santa Claus for a very long time. It’s part of the difference between us and the other animals. We can consciously create our own fantasies. We watched the movie Big Fish this evening. What a wonderful movie. It is entirely about creating stories to explain ones life. That’s kind of what I hope to do.

Good Lovin’

I have been addicted to a word game lately. It’s on Hoyle Table Games that I received from my sister-in-law for Christmas. She bought it because I told my brother-in-law that I was looking for a good backgammon game. Which it does have. But I’m addicted to Word Yacht. Essentially you get 10 random letters and about 3 minutes to make as many words as possible out of them. All words need to be at least 3 letters and you get a bonus for any word 8 letters or more. It’s rare, but it happens, normally because of ‘ing.’ I just made 31 words out of ENOTLCURQE. Most of them were only 3 or 4 letters long, but I did get two 7-letter words out of it. I think I could have gotten more but I ran out of time.

And Casey Jones screwed me up.