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I WALKED TO THE PODIATRIST’S office yesterday afternoon (all’s well; I’ve got an internal blister on the bottom of my foot that’s getting smaller by the day), a pleasant 20-minute walk in the sunshine. As I neared a café a few streets before the office, I heard a beautiful voice singing “The Weight,” by The Band, an old favorite of mine. Some of you may know the song as “Take a Load Off, Fanny,” which is not the real name but simply the most familiar lyric. I had no time to stop on my way, but she and a partner were still performing when I was on my way back. So, I listened for a bit.
Did you know that Fanny was an actual person and not someone’s fanny — which means entirely different things in England and the United States, which is why my mother referring to her “fanny pack” and not her “bum bag” when she was in England always elicited giggles. If you’re unclear: In England, the fanny is what you encounter when you reach around front from the bum — unless you find a wiener or something else.
Anyway, Robbie Robertson, songwriter and member of the group “The Band,” was referring to the owner of a bookshop in Manhattan. Her name was Frances “Fanny” Steloff. Robertson spent a lot of time in the film section of the bookshop during the 1960s when he “ran diamonds” from New York City to Toronto for his mobster uncle.
San Geraldo roasted a chicken Sunday night and, as has become his habit, he made Moorish chicken and nut pie with the leftovers Monday night. It’s a long and, as far as I’m concerned, arduous recipe. An awful lot of work for just the two of us. When I commented on how much work it was, he admitted he only makes it because he knows how much I love it. That’s above and beyond the call of duty, I think. I need to love something less complicated (except for San Geraldo).
I did a major pruning of our desert roses. I may have gone a bit too far, but they had never been pruned and had become seriously leggy. I rubbed ground cinammon on the cuts to protect them from bacteria.
It turns out our concrete Zamboni (click here) that I thought was a Wacker Neuson is actually a Barikell mk8-90 power trowel with 2 rotors Ø 900 and 8 not crossing blades and a hydraulic control joystick drive system. Don’t ask me what that all means. I saw it in action yesterday. It looks like a ton of fun. So, I’ve shared two videos today. One is Fanny and the other is Barikell mk8-90 power trowel with, etc.
CAMINÉ HASTA LA OFICINA DEL podiatra ayer por la tarde (todo está bien; tengo una ampolla interna en la planta del pie que se hace más pequeña cada día), una agradable caminata de 20 minutos bajo el sol. Mientras me acercaba a un café unas calles antes de la oficina, escuché una hermosa voz cantando “The Weight”, del grupo, The Band, uno de mis viejos favoritos. Algunos de ustedes pueden conocer la canción como “Take a Load Off, Fanny”, que no es el nombre real, sino simplemente la letra más familiar. No tuve tiempo de detenerme en mi camino, pero ella y un compañero todavía estaban actuando cuando yo regresaba. Entonces, escuché un poco.
¿Sabías que Fanny era una persona real y no el trasero de alguien? Lo que significa cosas completamente diferentes en Inglaterra y Estados Unidos, por lo que mi madre se refería a su “riñonera” y no a su “riñonera” cuando estaba en Inglaterra siempre provocaba risitas. Si no lo tienes claro: en Inglaterra, el trasero es lo que encuentras cuando te acercas al frente desde el trasero, a menos que encuentres un salchicha u otra cosa.
De todos modos, Robbie Robertson, compositor y miembro de The Band, se refería al dueño de una librería en Manhattan. Su nombre era Frances “Fanny” Steloff. Robertson pasó mucho tiempo en la sección de películas de la librería durante la década de 1960 cuando “corrió diamantes” desde la ciudad de Nueva York hasta Toronto para su tío mafioso.
San Geraldo asó un pollo el domingo por la noche y, como se ha convertido en su costumbre, preparó un pastel morisco de pollo y nueces con las sobras del lunes por la noche. Es una receta larga y, en lo que a mí respecta, ardua. Mucho trabajo solo para nosotros dos. Cuando le comenté cuánto trabajo era, admitió que solo lo hace porque sabe cuánto lo amo. Eso está más allá del llamado del deber, creo. Necesito amar algo menos complicado (excepto San Geraldo).
Hice una poda de nuestras rosas del desierto. Puede que haya ido demasiado lejos, pero nunca los habían podado y se habían vuelto muy largos. Froté canela molida en los cortes para protegerlos de las bacterias.
Resulta que nuestra Zamboni (haz clic aquí) que pensé que era una Wacker Neuson es en realidad una allanadora eléctrica Barikell mk8-90 con 2 rotores Ø 900 y 8 cuchillas no cruzadas y un sistema de accionamiento por joystick de control hidráulico. No me preguntes qué lo significa. Lo vi en acción ayer. Parece muy divertido. Entonces, he compartido dos videos hoy. Uno es Fanny y el otro es la allanadora eléctrica Barikell mk8-90 con, etc.
32 thoughts on “Take a load off, Fanny / Quítate un peso de encima, Fanny”
I can see how you could watch the concrete finishers work for hours. The ride on machine looks like fun, I’d probably crash it into the nearest wall.
I even had video of him driving right up to the wall. Although he was in control and didn’t bounced off it, he looked like a giant Roomba.
Have you seen “The Last Waltz,” Martin Scorsese’s documentary about The Band? The only song I know by The Band is “The Weight,” but I still thought it was an interesting movie. It’s nice to see people sitting in a cafe and enjoying music.
That looks like quite a chop on the desert roses! Hope they don’t mind!
You know, I don’t think I ever HAVE seen “The Last Waltz”! Yeah, I hope the desert roses don’t mind either. We shall see (and I’ll be really annoyed with myself).
I see you’ve been busy with sharp object again. At least this time it was the desert rose and not your hand or foot that received the chop..
The cement ‘zamboni’ definitely looks like a fun ride.
I haven’t done any damage to myself (that I can think of) in days!
You had a busy day yesterday! Riding the concrete zamboni looks like my type of job!
I would really enjoy that job… for a while.
a lovely day for a walk and a coffee outside.
It was around 75 yesterday afternoon. A perfect day to be outside. Hope you’re feeling better!
I did not know that story of Robbie Robertson. kinda cool, and kinda criminal, but cool.
Perhaps of you asked the workers nicely you could go for a ride down the paseo?
I’ve always loved the song (and The Band) but I never understood it. It was fun to read the history of the song and of Robbie Robertson. I would have preferred a legit ride around the parking lot. I loved the spins and direction changes.
Take heart! The Barikell mk8-90 power trowel with 2 rotors Ø 900 and 8 not crossing blades and a hydraulic control joystick drive system is often confused with the Wacker-Neuson.
Thanks for understanding… and for playing along. Your comment made me laugh. I love how you say the Barikell mk8-90 power trowel with 2 rotors Ø 900 and 8 not crossing blades and a hydraulic control joystick drive system. You understand me.
Okay, just a few things. What is an internal blister and how the heck do you get one? That rose bush looks like an alien life form just waiting for night to fall to step out of its pot (or whatever) to cause mayhem.
I have an incredible urge to joyfully squeeze the stuffing out of a certain wicked hamster 🙂
I bought a cd a couple of decades back called Rhythm, Country and Blues. It is a collection of song duets by country singers and R&B artists. The Weight is one of the songs covered. It is sung by Marty Stuart and the Staple Singers. I never understood the song but this is my favorite version. Arguably, no one can out sing Mavis Staple. Love the song. It has a good beat and I can’t dance to it 😉
Hugs to you, Scoot and SG.
External blister was a new one on me (um… for me… oh you know what I mean). I haven’t been able to find anything legit (from a medical authority) on the subject and the swollen toes seem an odd offshoot. I hope it wasn’t a bunch of bull. He DID tell me last year the custom insoles would help with my sciatica!
“It has a good beat and I can’t dance to it.” That would have been ME on American Bandstand!
I’d ne heading to the beach. If I was in that Café, Id had a panic attack.
Thank heavens when I reach around I generally find a wieners..
Yeah, I wouldn’t sit in that café. Too small. But, although it’s hard to tell in the photo, people were socially distanced, and when they got up they put their masks on. I haven’t found anything other than wieners for a very long time. But there are a lot of “fanny packs” in my history.
The Weight is also on the The Last Waltz CD, which is an amazing listening experience. Thanks for this video link.
I never knew pouring a concrete parking lot was so involved! It looks like it is being well-polished.
An internal blister sounds gruesomely painful – no wonder you have been suffering! Was it from sliding inside the big shoes?
I love watching real pros do jobs like this. They come back after it sets and slice it up into squares (to allow for expansion and contracion).
I have always loved the song The Weight, but just now read about its meaning.
The bottom of my foot simply feels bruised. The first few days were the pits, but now it’s just a little sore after a walk. Can’t find anything helpful online about internal blisters, though. I hope the podiatrist isn’t selling me a line. I used to go on my walks wearing my Ecco sandals but since getting custom insoles last year, I’ve been wearing those in sneakers. A few weeks back, I went on an unplanned super-long walk in my sandals. Because their soles are so curvy, the insoles can’t be used. They now hit the ball of my right foot uncomfortably and that caused what I though was a bruise. Now I can’t even put the sandals on. I hope that changes once the “internal blister” heels.
The chicken pie looks wonderful must look up the recipe but not sure I would make it. I have always wanted to drive a Zamboni and now I have added the Barikell mk 4 90 to the list. I must admit the the Zamboni is more fun to say for me.
The Moorish chicken and nut pie is from the cookbook “The New Spanish Table.” You don’t find the name Barikell mk8-90 power trowel with 2 rotors Ø 900 and 8 not crossing blades and a hydraulic control joystick drive system rolling right off your tongue?
That concrete zamboni does look like it would be fun to ride, but that worker’s insides must feel like a frog-in-a-blender by day’s end!
I admire your fearlessness with house plants as I have managed to kill cacti by overwatering them only once a year, LOL!
Yah, once-yearly overwatering is a terrible problem!
I do wonder how much jiggling those guys experience. I think the hand-held machines are even worse. The large one is especially obvious when it’s being used.
Un cocinero a presión hace lo que dice que cocina bajo presión.Mi madre solía cocinar con uno y yo de niña estaba tan asustada cuando se quitó la tapa de presión.Nunca quise uno porque estaba tan asustada.Una olla lenta o una olla instantánea es muy diferente porque cocinan lentamente no bajo presión o tiempo.Están tan tranquilos. Realmente consideraría uno y recomendaría uno, ya que hacen que cocinar lento y fácil.Prueba El Corta en la próxima tienda. Un gran regalo para S.G.
Es una posibilidad! Vamos a ver.
And put the load right on meee! I like that song. It’s so sweet that SG prepares labor-intensive dishes because you like them. Now I have to Google internal blister.
I didn’t find anything of use regarding internal blisters. Not feeling all that confident in the podiatrist at the moment!
That chicken dish looks fantastic! It’s nice to have someone labor in the kitchen for you!
SG is so kind!
I went to see a podiatrist
he turned out to be a psychiatrist
he said my nose was running and my feet are smelling.
I think a psychiatrist might have been of more use!