Saturday, April 11, 2009

Ho sentito le sirene cantare.


4 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

...a discordant note in love's tender refrain.

Σφιγξ said...

Compulsive storyteller, and one of the best.

Σφιγξ said...

After looking here, I thought of this story about walking and finding a scene of used condoms, wet wipes and an empty fried chicken bucket...you put together the story.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/06/30/stepping-out-3

I was using a locution with a construction manager in denial about his pending coronary bypass, which is used by a 40-year nurse on my unit: "you can have a beautiful house, but if you pour your cooking grease down the drain every night, you are going to have blockages.*

Σφιγξ said...

Rightly or wrongly, I bought Domino's for the person that helped me with tree limbs after mowing yesterday, and we dined with the six members of the Stephenson house. I had to show my appreciation.

Now, to fast at work.