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Saltimbanque*

Wednesday, Mar. 5, 2003 -
Ap�sl�min ida corbalanyrtne 'ls�o rohl'daathi�m v� nen�a iroyss�rd.

One of the drawbacks of being self-employed is that if you do manage squeeze in a three-day weekend of sybaritic idleness, when you return to work, you're at least six days behind. Which, in reality, for me, works out to something like twenty to forty-one days behind, since we'd be adding the six days to my normal backlog. Which is two to five weeks, depending on whether you want a tree removed, a fence built, a wedding catered, or a chair re-upholstered. (Exceptions made for emergencies.)

(This is where I whine about how employed I am, which will be somewhat sickening, and practically reprehensible, considering the state of the US economy.)

(I don't really cater weddings, not the whole circus, but last year we started providing cookie platters for parties, weddings and other events, and I know my partner in the cookie biz wouldn't mind evolving into a wedding consultant. Sheralyn has planned the weddings of sisters, cousins, in-laws, most of her friends, and at least one aunt. And, of course, her own. She is the wife of my original partner in the cookie biz, Duncan, who decided, after 9/11, that he wanted to resume his career as a fireman, so he sold his partnership to his wife, for a dollar. He would've given it to her for free, but my bookkeeper requested a sale because of an arcane detail of capitation accountancy, or some such thing.)

(Sheralyn will henceforth be addressed as She-Ra, Princess of Power.)

(One of my goals as a writer is to push the parenthetical art to the edge of the envelope, and then fall out of it.)

(As if you hadn't noticed.)

Anyway, as I was telling you, before The Attack Of The Killer Parentheses*, my bothersome surfeit of employment is the excuse I'm using this time for not writing.

This is fast-becoming my perpetual plaint.

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*You really can't fully appreciate this line if your browser doesn't have access to Screengem (Ray Larabie) and African (Allen R. Walden) fonts.

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Ap�sl�min ida corbalan� 'lse nesgla ugar�-cham sa cru ogrulho bat�oltha al�mv�sde.

last eleven:

Resurrection - Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Arts and Letters -
Friday, June 17, 2005
Domestic Obsessions -
Tuesday, April 5, 2005
The Kindness of Strangers -
Tuesday, April 5, 2005
Gone -
Saturday, April 2, 2005
Coming Back, Little By Little -
Saturday, April 2, 2005
Effing Around -
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Explicably Yours -
Wednesday, February 9, 2005
Things Too Innumerable To Mention -
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Mr. Armstrong -
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The Pope in Our Kitchen -
Saturday, October 2, 2004



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Sa r'ji�o oss�vel meninonceiv �o poshik m�'�nch uscantebatahla o�r musiu o�r muiko.
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