How was your Monday night, John Q. Public?
On Supper:
For the first time since Thanksgiving the Sweet and Kind Mrs. John Q. Public was able to not only be home from her duties as High Priestess of Sacrifice to the Gods of Rock and Roll before 10PM but was able to join me around 6PM for dinner.
What joy! So, I being JQP fixed a little something special (and it wasn’t as hard has it sounds) I made stuffed Cornish Game Hens (stuffed with garlic, sage, sourdough bread crumbs and smoked oysters) and snow peas, desert was warmed brie and fresh fruit and of course a little red wine (a normal meal for me, my but wasn’t my little belly full).
After a meal, and a warm bath, the Ever Present and Fatigued Mrs. John Q. Public fell into a deep slumber to the land of her dreams of which I could deduct from random words and phrases involved the one armed drummer from Def Leopard, Tom Selleck, and Timmy being stuck in a well. Sleep well my little camper, sleep well.
On Reading:
After reading about 20 newspapers last night (hey, did you know that the internet is good for more than looking at porn?) I decided that some light reading was in order, so I went to my study and soon found myself reading some Joseph Campbell (no not Iron John, LOL) but there was something he wrote that I liked: “Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths”. Just some food for thought on a rainy Pearl Harbor Day.
On Ties:
As a man I have noticed a correlation in being able to tie a tie with ease and the quality of the day I am going to have. My example: If you wake, shower, dress and can’t for some reason tie your tie, it will be a very trying day. I stood for 14 minutes trying to tie and the damn thing was too long, to short, on and on.
While in the process I got a call from my employer with a crisis, and an employee calling in sick, plus my cousin Ernie calling to remind me that his parole hearing is Thursday and I told my Aunt that I would go put in a good word for him.
Dear reader, not a good start to anyone’s morning, but I knew that since I couldn’t tie my tie that it was to be a bad day, thus I was and/or am prepared. It’s going to be a shitty day. Like an old gypsy woman once told me: “you must look for the signs” a lesson learned dear reader, a lesson learned.
Shame, it was a really cool tie and helped set off my DKNY silk leisure suit, the prideful and assertive Mrs. John Q. Public said it really brought out the pretty green of my eyes. Perhaps next time, back into O.R. I must go, a brain surgeons work is never done.
Like the Eternal Eye on the Dollar Bill, Ever Watching; I remain,
JQP MD
For the first time since Thanksgiving the Sweet and Kind Mrs. John Q. Public was able to not only be home from her duties as High Priestess of Sacrifice to the Gods of Rock and Roll before 10PM but was able to join me around 6PM for dinner.
What joy! So, I being JQP fixed a little something special (and it wasn’t as hard has it sounds) I made stuffed Cornish Game Hens (stuffed with garlic, sage, sourdough bread crumbs and smoked oysters) and snow peas, desert was warmed brie and fresh fruit and of course a little red wine (a normal meal for me, my but wasn’t my little belly full).
After a meal, and a warm bath, the Ever Present and Fatigued Mrs. John Q. Public fell into a deep slumber to the land of her dreams of which I could deduct from random words and phrases involved the one armed drummer from Def Leopard, Tom Selleck, and Timmy being stuck in a well. Sleep well my little camper, sleep well.
On Reading:
After reading about 20 newspapers last night (hey, did you know that the internet is good for more than looking at porn?) I decided that some light reading was in order, so I went to my study and soon found myself reading some Joseph Campbell (no not Iron John, LOL) but there was something he wrote that I liked: “Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths”. Just some food for thought on a rainy Pearl Harbor Day.
On Ties:
As a man I have noticed a correlation in being able to tie a tie with ease and the quality of the day I am going to have. My example: If you wake, shower, dress and can’t for some reason tie your tie, it will be a very trying day. I stood for 14 minutes trying to tie and the damn thing was too long, to short, on and on.
While in the process I got a call from my employer with a crisis, and an employee calling in sick, plus my cousin Ernie calling to remind me that his parole hearing is Thursday and I told my Aunt that I would go put in a good word for him.
Dear reader, not a good start to anyone’s morning, but I knew that since I couldn’t tie my tie that it was to be a bad day, thus I was and/or am prepared. It’s going to be a shitty day. Like an old gypsy woman once told me: “you must look for the signs” a lesson learned dear reader, a lesson learned.
Shame, it was a really cool tie and helped set off my DKNY silk leisure suit, the prideful and assertive Mrs. John Q. Public said it really brought out the pretty green of my eyes. Perhaps next time, back into O.R. I must go, a brain surgeons work is never done.
Like the Eternal Eye on the Dollar Bill, Ever Watching; I remain,
JQP MD
posted by John Q. Public esq. at 4:54 AM
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