Sunday, May 27, 2007

Sunday - THE Sabbath - May 27th (Meg, Hannah, Gretchen collaborate here - Terry was off driving...)

We tried really hard today to respect the SABBATH as it seems to be a REALLY big deal around here (as in please respect the Sabbath signs at the play park - what the heck does that mean?). We decided not to have sex there anyway because there were kids there playing and well, frankly it was too cold. We are if nothing else a practical people.


But then we also knew that today was Frigga Blot's day, which celebrates the FABULOUS wife of Odin, Sabbath or no. In honor of her we went to see a stone circle, standing stones and made a serious and serial attempt to steal wifi for you gentle reader - so we might update this venerable blog (spelled Blhhhni). Sigh...


Let me set the scene for this afternoon's adventures Terry is driving around on wrong side of the road which is right over here, I mean left. No wait no that's right - I mean left. Hannah is occasionally assisting with the navigation by hiding her eyes behind the map and suddenly and frequently shouting SIDEWALK! SIDEWALK! DITCH! Meg has a map open in the back attempting to read gaelic so she states we're going through Brdlsnaidghs (pronounced Blhhhni) and we're looking for something called clervbuaigh (pronounced Blhhhni) I'm is in the other seat attempting in vain to lock on to any wifi signaL shouting WHOA, WAIT A MINUTE, OH THERE'S ONE...IT'S UNSECURED...UNSECURED...SLOW DOWN...Terry just keeps driving and driving and he says ...Oh look there's the Linux center...wonder if they have wifi...All in honor of dear Frigga Blot.


The best we could do to honor poor Frigga was to not make her cook dinner since she's been dead for 2000 years or more. So we had Hannah make us frozen pizza (Three varieties and no 3rd degree burns! I'm still getting over the last one from the cookies I made a week ago) which we washed down with a couple of bottles of cheap "Stowell" (Jones's feel free to chuckle now) imported italian white table wine watered down by the British (4 bottles for 10 pounds sterling! = $5.00 / bottle) Frigga, here's to you dear!



On the other hand we did have a wonderful day out at the
beach. (This was earlier before we remembered about Frigga, about 3am your time - when you corn shucking morons were sleeping your lives away (slur for flatlanders courtesy of Meg) - we busy people were doing things...like warming our corpulent bottoms on the black (also pronounced Blhhhni) gneiss rocks along the beach. Hannah on the other hand, today became a swinger. Her mother was very proud.


Then as we (Meg and I) warmed our still corpulent backsides on the broad black bottom befriending gneiss Hannah made here way up the scary looking dangerous rocky cliffy thingy place which was beyond our viewpoint so Meg and I didn't have to watch and worry as Hannah hurled her body into the morbidly icy freezing like surf. Terry (bless his heart) finally got curious after an hour or so and went looking for her remains. Later when we flipped (so as not to burn only one side of the back bacon), we saw them both descending from what appeared to be a truly goat worthy altitude.



They CLAIMED to have met up in some tomb in some ancient burial ground some kind of ancient clannish cairn, but Meg is skeptical and believes it was more likely a clandestine location for some still, or maybe a fancy big rabbit hutch.



(background music - WAGNER flight of the valkyries) Hunting da wabbit...hunting da wabbitt...da duh duh da~



I guess we didn't tell you about the wabbits but dere wily and dere - Meg wanted me to remind you dere wascally and dere everywhere...fwalliking (pronounced Blhhhnbi) across the Machair (that's the part under the sheep). (You have no idea how
funny this really is)...



Ok so now I go walking toward Habost spelled Tabost not Swaihbost (that's down the road doesn't taste like melba toast) (pronounce Blhhhnbi) still in my unquenchable search for an unsecured wifi connection....just five minutes...just five minutes....Meg tried to tell us to unwire, unwind, disconnect, let go...about that time we fed her to the wabbits...

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