Fall Falling Leaves Moon
Went for dinner tonight at Osaka. I love their sashimi special roll. It felt like cheating on Kate though, since I don’t recall ever having gone there without her. So, I called her. She reported that the romantic Russian composer street house had an uneven first level, a studio that would have required $50,000 to bring up to code, no space to hang art and too many steps. That’s why we sent her out there. No regrets.
She’s still looking, has her eye on a particular place. She plans to drive around by herself tomorrow, looking at houses, then she and Ann Beck will resume on Tuesday.
While I waited at the Wings Joint on Friday, I picked up a paper I only read when I’m there, Tidbits. It had some aphorisms called old farmer’s advice. Not sure they’re from old farmers, or farmers at all, but I found a few of them amusing:
Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight, and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
And, my favorite: Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old fight, he’ll just kill you.
