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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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It is on account of a certain Colombian I learned of the Cuban sandwich. Just eated the half of the Cuban sandwich I didn't finish last night. I'll have to call it breakfast as I didn't thaw a new package of English Muffins. And I know you [plural you] know English Muffins are unknown in Europe.

Growers' Market today to buy two bones for Odin. It's gone up to 7C and I'll get dressed when Odin comes in. He loves his time in his yard in the mornings.

That Colombian is still in Miami. I know I can visit any time but he's kind of ... well I think I would need a greater reason to be in Miami again
5 area Fuddruckers.:smug:
 
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5 area Fuddruckers.:smug:

Tempting it is!

The Cuban sandwich I eated last night and this morning is no Cuban sandwich as I experienced in Miami. But there was mustard, and ham, and pickles, and Swiss cheese, so close enough.

It is the petite madeleine every French school child learns about, because Proust is a point of national pride. The butter cake and tea is the departure point of an immersive pleasant memory. In my experience, it's cutting open a grapefruit. The smell triggers memories of Christmases long ago, and I'm momentarily present to this experience of joy.

I find there aren't too many objects that trigger a petit madeleine moment for me. It's the brushed steel Sheaffer Targa fountain pen that may be closest. It definitely dates to 1975. What it speaks to me of is sepia ink. That was my signature ink. It's a bottle exactly like this

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on my desk at the paper
where I wear an editor's hat
it's the dawn of my alleged career

Those plastic bottles are collectable now. Never gave mine much thought. When I'm out of ink, I buy another bottle.

Some objects are just part of us
 
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Tempting it is!

The Cuban sandwich I eated last night and this morning is no Cuban sandwich as I experienced in Miami. But there was mustard, and ham, and pickles, and Swiss cheese, so close enough.

It is the petite madeleine every French school child learns about, because Proust is a point of national pride. The butter cake and tea is the departure point of an immersive pleasant memory. In my experience, it's cutting open a grapefruit. The smell triggers memories of Christmases long ago, and I'm momentarily present to this experience of joy.

I find there aren't too many objects that trigger a petit madeleine moment for me. It's the brushed steel Sheaffer Targa fountain pen that may be closest. It definitely dates to 1975. What it speaks to me of is sepia ink. That was my signature ink. It's a bottle exactly like this


on my desk at the paper
where I wear an editor's hat
it's the dawn of my alleged career

Those plastic bottles are collectable now. Never gave mine much thought. When I'm out of ink, I buy another bottle.

Some objects are just part of us

Spot on with objects being a part of us. I am firmly attached to my hands and feet.
 
Here is something that should be in the "Unbelievable Internet Stories". Yesterday my wife and I ordered a bouquet of tulips from the FTD website. The order was accepted with a promise of delivery today in Northern California. I just received an email from them which stated:

"We’re sorry but due to civil unrest near our farms in Colombia, we are unable to deliver Order ########## on the date you requested for _________ (recipient).

We can still deliver a fresh arrangement of equal/greater value within the next 4 days with a $10 refund applied to your order.

We know this isn’t what you expected, and we’d like to make this right. Please decide what you’d like us to do with your order based on the following options:

A) Deliver my order at the next available date:

We can still deliver an arrangement of equal/greater value within the next 4 days with a $10 refund applied to your order and a $20 discount off a future on _________ their website". And a couple of other options included cancelling the order for a full refund.

I find it difficult to belief that they would deliver a bunch of flowers, direct from Columbia, in less than 24 hours for less than $60. I could believe it if they said is was because of COVID, like everyone else...
 
Here is something that should be in the "Unbelievable Internet Stories". Yesterday my wife and I ordered a bouquet of tulips from the FTD website. The order was accepted with a promise of delivery today in Northern California. I just received an email from them which stated:

"We’re sorry but due to civil unrest near our farms in Colombia, we are unable to deliver Order ########## on the date you requested for _________ (recipient).

We can still deliver a fresh arrangement of equal/greater value within the next 4 days with a $10 refund applied to your order.

We know this isn’t what you expected, and we’d like to make this right. Please decide what you’d like us to do with your order based on the following options:

A) Deliver my order at the next available date:

We can still deliver an arrangement of equal/greater value within the next 4 days with a $10 refund applied to your order and a $20 discount off a future on _________ their website". And a couple of other options included cancelling the order for a full refund.

I find it difficult to belief that they would deliver a bunch of flowers, direct from Columbia, in less than 24 hours for less than $60. I could believe it if they said is was because of COVID, like everyone else...
I don't know the number now, but at one point, over 70% of the cut flowers sold east or west of the Mississippi River (can't remember which side) came from Colombia. Bogotá is way over 8,000 feet; the mountain is surrounded by flower fields. Gorgeous. But it's a labor-intensive industry. And of course they need full airline schedules. Flowers for mom. Soaked in sweat for the workers.

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I don't know the number now, but at one point, over 70% of the cut flowers sold east or west of the Mississippi River (can't remember which side) came from Colombia. Bogotá is way over 8,000 feet; the mountain is surrounded by flower fields. Gorgeous. But it's a labor-intensive industry. And of course they need full airline schedules. Flowers for mom. Soaked in sweat for the workers.

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Ah, so the "civil unrest" is caused by the workers. Hard to sweat at 8,000 feet unless you are over-dressed. Since they were tulips, I should have just ordered them from Holland.
 
Ah, so the "civil unrest" is caused by the workers. Hard to sweat at 8,000 feet unless you are over-dressed. Since they were tulips, I should have just ordered them from Holland.
Wrong on one point. It's EASY to sweat at 8,000 feet. I lived at 7,000 in Flagstaff for 8 years. When it gets over 80 at that elevation, it's HOT. A different kind of hot than, say, south Florida in August, but I had no problem sweating when walking the forests with my dogs. Very high UV levels. Still way better than the 3 times/day I was having to change my clothes down in Scottsdale during the summer. Their 100+ days of 100+ degree temps became too much for me.

One look at the density and dress of the workers and the humidity added by all those cut flowers suggested a sweat shop atmosphere to me.
 
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