This weekend my city has been hosting a bass fishing tournament. Apparently this is such a big deal that some sporting network has sent cameras to film it. How interesting can it be to watch a fishing contest? The question struck me early this morning while I working in my yard. It was 6 a.m. when I heard a magnified voice blaring from somewhere within a 2 mile radius of my home. It took a while to figure out that it had to belong to someone at this “amazing” fishing contest. But really, what does an announcer “announce” for fishing?
“It looks like Boat 3, owned by Bobby Bass, has started his engine. Yes, indeedy, that’s a fine sounding motor. “
“And look at that. Boat 5, owned by Freddy Frog, has found a spot on the river and has turned off its motor. He must have found a good spot to drop his line.”
“And there’s Boat 1, owned by Charlie Sheepshead. He appears to be baiting his hook.”
I get fishing as far as fishing for a meal. What’s the adage: “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime.” That makes sense to me.
What doesn’t make sense is hopping on a boat and hanging out on the river all day fishing. Catch and release, catch and release……boring. It’s obvious that I did not inherit the gene from my Grandpa.
Uncle Don & Grandpa with their catch. Some time in the 1930s or 1940s
The Great Garlic “E”scape!
I’m a member of a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture). This means that every week I get a box load of vegetables, herbs and the like. Last week we received our first box. Within it, the garlic scape; a tasty bite of mild garlic flavor. As I was cutting some of them up this morning they kept falling off the cutting board and rolling across the table. All I could think was “It’s the great garlic “e”scape!” Come on, it’s funny.
A few years ago I carved this little panda as a birthday gift to a friend who told me about the book “Eats, Shoots and Leaves” by Lynn Truss. I’m not a great book reviewer but it is a delightful rant about bad punctuation. Who knew that dots, dashes and squiggly marks would cause someone to go bonkers?
But what does the panda have to do with punctuation, you ask? Apparently it’s a joke about a panda that walks into a cafe and orders a sandwich. Before he leaves he pulls out a gun, shoots the waiter, and walks out. Asked why he did it, he tosses the manager of the cafe a nature book, that’s badly edited entry on the panda says it is a native of China that “eats, shoots and leaves.”
Admittedly, I am not the best at punctuation. When in doubt toss in a comma or two I say. Okay, that’s not necessarily true. Hyphens are my pet. Love the little buggers. Why use a comma when a hyphen will do? And I do, on occasion, imitate ee cummings and disregard the whole capitalization game. I am certain it drives my friend crazy.
Back to the panda: my friend was an English major in college. Words and punctuation are her game. Even she could use a helpful panda to guard the bookshelf or teach her toddler a thing or two.
After work, I spent an hour or so painting. The first painting was terrible. It was a landscape that I started last weekend and over the week I progressively made it uglier. It’s not finished and probably never will be. As a matter of fact it will likely be scraped off of the canvas in the hope that the canvas can be used for something worthy in the future. It will not be shared on this blog.
But I wanted to paint something. So I grabbed a small canvas, about 8″x8″, and a small palette knife. I’ve never painted with a palette knife but today I thought, what the heck. Let’s give it a go. It’s not finished but below is what came of the oil paint adventure. Not beautiful, but not hideous either.