La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
I’VE COMPLETED THE FIRST PROOF of chapter 17 of San Geraldo’s book. And that means there’s nothing left but the epilog and index (and our complete review). So far, 616 pages. The names of some of SG’s ancestors are quite entertaining. Take Flutie Sourbutts, for example. A distant cousin of some sort. She married one of the Sourbutts. Specifically, John Sourbutts (which seems an appropriate name for Sourbutts). At least that’s the way SG pronounces it. When I looked up Flutie today, I discovered it’s spelled Sowerbutts. But I like my version better.
I met Kathleen, Pedro, and the kids across the street on the beach the other day. We spent about an hour. Pedro and Luke created a sand sculpure. Usually, I would pitch in. I love sand scultures. But someone had to take the pictures. Luke focused entirely on a mosaic in the center of it all. Beckett jumped all over it once — with an evil little grin. But it was rebuilt even better. Kathleen spotted a rainbow that neither Pedro nor I could see. I finally did, with my camera. When I showed San Geraldo my photo of the rainbow, he said, “That’s not a rainbow! Where’s the arc? Where does it start? Where does it end?’ Picky. Picky. Picky. OK, we saw rainbow colors in the sky.
We met Lulu for lunch yesterday at Mesón Salvador. I misbehaved. At the end of the meal, Adrian poured me a chupito (after-dinner drink) of Pionono (like Bailey’s Irish Cream, only better). I’m required to tell you because Adrian said if I don’t, he will. (I would have told anyway.) Also, Lulu finally remembered to deliver the sweets she brought for us from Finland. They are sitting on my desk to test my self-control. SG opened the chocolate and wafer concoction we both love. I had only a taste. I’m a saint. Lulo, on the other hand, is not. She admitted she ate one of our treats the night before. She said she had been out dancing and just couldn’t help herself.
Nutrition and Fitness Report
Stretching: Four times Tuesday. Twice so far today.
Walking: 5 km / 3 miles Tuesday.
Gym: Chest and back today. Great workout. I even did cable flys (the equipment is always in use).
Note: No sweets. No alcohol. Less fat. More muscle. Looser clothing.
HE COMPLETADO LA PRIMERA PRUEBA del capítulo 17 del libro de San Geraldo. Y eso significa que no queda nada más que el epílogo y el índice (y nuestra revisión completa). Hasta ahora, 616 páginas. Los nombres de algunos de los antepasados de SG son bastante entretenidos. Tomemos a Flutie Sourbutts, por ejemplo. Un primo lejano de algún tipo. Se casó con uno de los Sourbutt. Específicamente, John Sourbutts (que parece un nombre apropiado para Sourbutts). Al menos así es como lo pronuncia SG. Cuando busqué a Flutie hoy, descubrí que se escribe Sowerbutts. Pero me gusta más mi versión. Nota: Flutie Sourbutts significa Flauta ColillasAgrias (más o menos).
Conocí a Kathleen, Pedro y los niños al otro lado de la calle en la playa el otro día. Pasamos alrededor de una hora. Pedro y Luke crearon una escultura de arena. Por lo general, colaboraría. Me encantan las esculturas de arena. Pero alguien tuvo que tomar las fotografías. Luke se centró por completo en un mosaico en el centro de todo. Beckett saltó sobre él una vez, con una pequeña sonrisa malvada. Pero fue reconstruido aún mejor. Kathleen vio un arco iris que ni Pedro ni yo pudimos ver. Finalmente lo hice, con mi cámara. Cuando le mostré a San Geraldo mi foto del arcoíris, dijo: “¡Eso no es un arco iris! ¿Dónde está el arco? ¿Por dónde empieza? ¿Dónde termina? Quisquilloso. Quisquilloso. Quisquilloso. Bien, vimos los colores del arco iris en el cielo.
Ayer nos reunimos con Lulu para almorzar en Mesón Salvador. Me porté mal. Al final de la comida, Adrian me sirvió un chupito (bebida para después de la cena) de Pionono (como la crema irlandesa de Bailey, solo que mejor). Debo decírselo porque Adrian dijo que si no lo hago, lo hará. (Se lo habría dicho de todos modos). Además, Lulu finalmente se acordó de entregar los dulces que nos trajo de Finlandia. Están sentados en mi escritorio para probar mi autocontrol. SG abrió el brebaje de chocolate y obleas que tanto amamos. Solo tuve una probada. Soy un santo. Lulo, por otro lado, no lo es. Admitió que se comió una de nuestras golosinas la noche anterior. Dijo que había salido a bailar y que no podía evitarlo.
Informe de Nutrición y Estado Físico
Estiramiento: Cuatro veces el martes. Dos veces hasta ahora hoy.
Caminando: 5 km / 3 millas el martes.
Gimnasio: Pecho y espalda hoy. Buen ejercicio. Incluso hice vuelos por cable (el equipo siempre está en uso).
Nota: Un chupito el martes. Un bocado de chocolate hoy.
If Flutie were alive today.
Si Flutie estuviera viva hoy.
31 thoughts on “Flutie Sourbutts”
Almost done with SG’s book! Then what? Maybe a novel?
Fun in the sand! Nothing better.
You inspire us to get our asses moving…..our first yoga class in a long time this morning.
He’s got one, a memoir, already written (and edited by me), and plans for a book about our life after moving to Spain. Oh, I’d love a yoga class! Hope it was fun!
It was good to get back to yoga.
Finnish sweets are *wonderful!*
They sure are. And we get to enjoy them every time Lulu’s back in town. Of course, we could buy them here at one of the local Finnish shops, but it wouldn’t be the same.
Luke and Pedro’s sand sculpture is great! Especially considering most of these sand creations end up with the parent buried up to their neck in it, LOL!
Those Finnish treats look tasty. Here, dragees are usually the hard silver baking decorations that are inedible and known to have taken out dental fillings and/or chipped teeth…. not all tooth damage occurs on hockey rinks in Canada, LOL!
Fascinating about dragees. I had never seen the word before. But, I remember those silver decorations. Yes, tooth breakers! Good to know that when I see Canadians with missing teeth, it’s not always hockey pucks!
True, but it depends on what part of Canada the guy is from sometimes. Many years ago, I worked on a commercial fishing trawler out of St. John’s, Newfoundland and one of the deckhands was missing a front tooth. So I asked him, “You lose that playing hockey?” and he replied in a true Newfie twang, “Nah, hauler jumped up and clipped me lip.” (A hauler is a belt-driven machine that pulls in the heavy seine nets and longlines). He used the gap to jam his lit cigarette into whenever we had rough seas on deck! He was one of the funniest guys I ever worked with.
Good to know. Now when I see a Canadian missing teeth, I’ll be sure to ask if he’s a hockey player or a fisherman.
Your Flutie model evidently thought she was the rainbow. Just not a pleasing combination of patterns.
I saw so many rainbows over the course of five days in Scotland. Sometimes more than two or three a day and the weather wasn’t that bad. Quick showers and not even every day. Well, except for my visit past Loch Lomond and up to Inveraray, Oban and Glencoe. Nothing but rain and wind there, but still loved it.
I’ve never been to Scotland and would so love to go — with or without rainbows.
Flutie Sourbutts – a great name for a candy. No rainbow sky colors here – it is a cool rainy day here, after a cool rainy night. I had to add a flannel top sheet for warmth.
Cool nights here, too. Down in the 50s. Everything’s relative. But SG has been wearing winter jackets.
There can be no misbehaving if a Pionono is included
Pionono is the base of the food pyramid.
Rainbow colours in the sky are always a delight to see, whether or not they’re in the traditional arc shape! There was a beloved star football player (in both the American and Canadian football leagues) named Doug Flutie whose nickname was “The Magic Flutie,” which I always thought was a pretty high-class pun for such a plebian sport.
How could I forget Doug Flutie! And, yes, how great to be known as The Magic Flute. With my last name, the best anyone came up with was Blockhead (well, and Chip off the old block).
I read that post title and thought made this had to do with the Dump family?!?! LOL
And isn’t Pedro looking sexy with that grey coming in!!!!! The finished product sand sculpture is too cool looking. I hope it was a few days for passer by.
Mistress G Borghese:
You will never catch me writing a blog about those who shall not be named. Yeah, Pedro. He can’t help himself.
I’ve taken pictures of rainbows, and afterwards, they always look farther off than when you look at them with the naked eye. I’m sure some of it has to do with the size of a cellphone screen, but I still think I’m somehow not holding the camera right. Your picture looks pretty good, arc or not.
I was surprised I managed to capture those rainbow colors. I used both my Canon camera and my iPhone. Canon photos were better.
How much of a rainbow must be present to qualify as a rainbow and not merely a spectrum of color in the sky? Sounds like a PhD topic. Great sculpture.
Many conversations with SG become PhD topics. I’m sure you can understand.
I love the sand art with it’s living counterparts almost as much as I love the phrase, “She married one of the Sourbutts”
Pedro could have spent the entire day sculpting sand, and what he would have come up with would have I’m sure been wonderful. He’s one of those multi-talented individuals. And Luke’s mosaic was inspired. Would YOU marry a Sourbutt?
There are times when I think I may have married a Sourbutt!
But is he flutie?
What you saw was, apparently, a “fire rainbow”; see https://www.thesun.co.uk/living/2915795/fire-rainbow-cloud-phenomena-circumhorizontal-arc/
This is fascinating. I’d never heard of it. Can’t wait to tell SG and Pedro and Kathleen. Thanks for the link!
Flutie Sourbutts (or Sowerbutts) is a GREAT name! I don’t think anyone in my pantheon of relatives could match that. Love the sand sculpture!
I told SG I was going to start sharing some of his family names through history. Very entertaining. None of mine would be as interesting either.