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When I was at university, the hippie bar in town had a drawing on the wall of Mr. Natural with the eternal question, “What does it all mean?,” and Mr. Natural’s profound response: “Don’t mean sheeit…”
I’m reminded of this whenever I hear someone say (and I hear it said often), “That’s what life’s all about.” Oh, how that statement makes me crazy. Is it? Is that what life’s all about? Is life all about, as I’ve heard said, family, or is it a nice home, or a good job? Or is it all about friends, or good health, good morals, partying, security, wealth, professional success, fame, popularity? Which is it all about? I dated a woman once who loved to say, “That’s what life is all about.” And every time she said it, it was all about something else. For that and other reasons, we didn’t last long. For me, life isn’t all about anything. Two more people said it this week and they weren’t in agreement. I just nodded my head.
In any case, I’ve been doing better. I made it to the gym for a good workout Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday was very pleasant and productive. Isabel just left and the house shines like the top of the Chrysler building. San Geraldo has an appointment tomorrow for his Covid and flu jabs. I have an appointment tomorrow, as well, but I might not be given the Covid jab because I’m too young. Yes I am!!! They’re scheduling the Covid jabs based on age and/or special needs.
We had dinner at Mesón Salvador last night, which is always uplifting and was especially so last night. You’ll see some photos below. They’re hosting their annual Halloween dinner next week. We were even allowed to sample the trial run of the dessert. To die for, which I suppose is appropriate for Halloween. We haven’t made our reservations yet, but plan to go, and now need to come up with costumes. I suppose we could go as American emigrants. Never mind. If asked, San Geraldo likes to tell people we’re Canadian. Otherwise, they want to know what the hell is going on in the United States. And trying to answer that question is exhausting. We have no idea what that is all about.
Cuando estaba en la universidad, el bar hippie del pueblo tenía un dibujo en la pared del Sr. Natural con la eterna pregunta: “¿Sr. Natural, qué significa todo esto?”, y la profunda respuesta del Sr. Natural: “No significa una mierda.”
Recuerdo esto cada vez que escucho a alguien decir (y lo escucho decir a menudo): “De eso se trata todo la vida”. Oh, cómo me vuelve loca esa afirmación. ¿Lo es? ¿De eso se trata en todo la vida? ¿La vida se trata en todo, como he oído decir: De familia, o es un bonito hogar, o un buen trabajo? ¿O se trata de amigos, buena salud, buenas costumbres, seguridad, felicidad, riqueza, éxito profesional, fama, popularidad? ¿De qué se trata en todo? Una vez salí con una mujer a la que le encantaba decir: “De eso se trata la vida”. Y cada vez que lo decía, se trataba de otra cosa. Por esa — y otras razones, no duramos mucho. Para mí, la vida no se trata en todo de nada. Dos personas más lo dijeron esta semana y no estaban de acuerdo. Solo asentí con la cabeza.
En cualquier caso, me ha ido mejor. Fui al gimnasio para hacer un buen ejercicio el martes por la tarde. El miércoles fue muy agradable y productivo. Isabel acaba de salir y la casa brilla como lo alto del edificio Chrysler. San Geraldo tiene cita mañana para sus vacunas contra el Covid y la gripe. También tengo una cita mañana, pero es posible que no me den la vacuna Covid porque soy demasiado joven. ¡¡¡Sí, lo soy!!! Están programando las inyecciones de Covid según la edad y/o necesidades especiales.
Anoche cenamos en el Mesón Salvador, lo cual siempre es alentador y lo fue especialmente anoche. Verás algunas fotos a continuación. La próxima semana organizarán su cena anual de Halloween. Incluso nos permitieron probar la prueba del postre. Para morirse, que supongo que es apropiado para Halloween. Aún no hemos hecho nuestras reservas, pero planeamos ir y ahora necesitamos conseguir disfraces. Supongo que podríamos ir como emigrantes americanos. No importa. Si le preguntan, a San Geraldo le gusta decirle a la gente que somos canadienses. De lo contrario, quieren saber qué diablos está pasando en Estados Unidos. Y tratar de responder a esa pregunta es agotador. No tenemos idea de qué se trata todo eso.
• Así decoró Manu anoche mi café con leche. Sí, hay un montón de comentarios que hacer. Te lo dejo a ti. Sin embargo, dije: “Supongo que ahora voy a tener tu bebé”.
• Manú. Toda inocencia.
• Cuando caminaba a casa ayer, las nubes estaban bajas sobre las montañas y la mirada se asomaba a través de un claro. Me dirigí al piso 11 para tomar fotos pero, cuando llegué allí, las nubes se habían movido.
• Moose en mi ropa interior. Quizás de eso se trata en todo la vida.
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I thought that was a mouse in your coffee.
sillygirl:
You have a much cleaner mind and you’re more creative.
I don’t know about the mind!
sillygirl:
Everything’s relative.
“You put your right foot in,
You put your left foot out,
You put your right foot in
And you shake it all about.
You do the hoochy koochy
And you turn yourself around.
That’s what it’s all about! “
Having gone to college in Philly, I can attest to this being what it is all about. Except there it was the hokey pokey. It amounts to the same reality.
wickedhamster:
And, wouldn’t it be the hootchie kootchie? I first saw the hokey pokey explanation in P’town on a sign in someone’s garden. “What if the hokey pokey IS what it’s all about?”
In the UK it’s “hokey-cokey”. Jx
Jon:
I never knew there was a hokey-cokey version. As far as I know, there was no hoochy koochy (or hootchie kootchie) version.
Jim:
In the States, we did the hokey pokey. Did you do something different in Canada?
LOL! I got the hokey pokey mixed up with the hoochy koochy!! Damn Charo! lol
Jim:
LOLOL! Charo did the cuchi cuchi!
Jim:
Per Wikipedia: “The hoochie coochie is a catch-all term to describe several sexually provocative belly dance-like dances from the mid-to late 1800s.”
Just dropping in to say “Hi,” because it’s been too long, dear Mitch! The world can be too much. It’s nice to remember friendly faces around the world. Always thinking fondly of you and San G.
Michelle D.:
Hi back atcha! You’ve made the day better.
I have no idea what it is all about, or what all of this means. But while I am here, I might as well have a little fun, and try to leave the place shining like the top of the Chrysler building.
Anon:
Apparently it’s all about the hokey pokey.
Is that all there is
Is that all there is?
If that’s all there is my friends
Then let’s keep dancing
Let’s break out the booze and have a ball
If that’s all there is
Peggy Lee’s turn. Jx
PS That exploding chocolate pudding thingy looks delicious!
Jon:
Let’s break out the chocolate coulant and have a ball.
Oh, bubbeleh, you and SG are not the first Americans in Europe to pass yourselves off as Canadians, LOL!
Whenever I’ve been asked about the meaning of life, my facetious answer is “X = 7”. The immutable biological imperative is to reproduce and pass genes to the next generation of our species, but having attained the apex predator position on Earth, we humans can make the meaning of life anything we want… until the next asteroid hits or we annihilate ourselves with nuclear weapons. And on that cheery note, may I suggest inflatable T. rex costumes? They’re so much fun!
Tundra Bunny:
I LOVE those T-Rex costumes! But they make it difficult to sit down for dinner.
I’m Canadian ~ so I give you permission to use/abuse my name if necessary ~ wink wink!
ron troke:
Canadians have a so much better reputation and illicit so many less questions.
It does look like a “swimmer” in your coffee.
I don’t think I’ve ever had someone say to me, “That’s what life is all about.” Maybe they know that I’d smack ’em for such a ridiculous comment.
Glad you’re feeling better. Does it have something to do with SG deciding you’re Canadian?
Bob:
Canadians aren’t perfect and their too influenced by their nearest neighbors, but it IS an improvement. I wish I had the guts to give these people a smack.
I thought that was a little smiling whale on your coffee. I’m glad you feel better. Life isn’t really about anything. The secret to life is that there isn’t any secret. Easy peasy. I try to be nice to people and be generous because any money/things I have aren’t going with me wherever it is that I go when I leave this earthly realm and cease to exist.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
I like the idea of a smiling whale.
Yes, I think you’ve got it, Moose in your underwear, that’s what life is all about.
Judy C:
At least it’s what Moose thinks it’s all about.
To paraphrase Groucho — “How Moose got in my underwear, I’ll never know!”
Debra:
Another Kid Brother routine: Say the secret word, I’ll give you a hundred of ’em. “A hundred what?” That’s a very good question. Gimme the answer and I’ll give you 200 of ’em.
I want some of that. I’m talking about Manu. Oh, and the desserts too.
Glad all’s better and you’re eating the best of sweets.
Anon:
Always the best of sweets.
Carbon + water = What life is all about.
That Mr. Natural comic was drawn by the pioneering alternative cartoonist Robert Crumb, best known (among sequential art laymen) for Fritz the Cat and the Keep on Trucking poster (which was originally a comic.) He also illustrated the cover of Cheap Thrills, the debut album of Big Brother and the Holding Company, Janis Joplin’s first band.
Kirk:
I loved Robert Crumb’s art. He defined those times.
42
Karen:
So, what does 42 mean?
“Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything”,
The Hitch Hikers guide to the Galaxy.
Absurd ? Nonsensical ? Life explained ?
Whatever, the ultimate answer is 42.
Karen:
I THINK I read the book, but I would have been stoned at the time. I don’t remember anything! 42 it is.
Gawd bless Douglas Adams! Jx
Jon:
I’ll have to reread it, at least the first book. I told Karen I would have been stoned at the time and don’t remember a thing.
What IS that supposed to be on your coffee?! Ah yes, I remember R. Crumb well. Keep on Truckin’!
Steve:
What’s interesting is Manu never did say what he meant that to be.
How jolly to have a halloween party! Good for you !
Urspo:
You would enjoy the Halloween dinner at Mesón Salvador.