I did not watch Survivor tonight

Most of it, anyway. b2 called just as it was ending and told me to tune in. I did, just in time to see the chief gargoyle do the walk of shame. That was a nice thing to see. Sadly, the bad man is still there. He's incompetent as well as obnoxious, so the other players took an opportunity to eject his equally unpleasant but infinitely more capable schememate. Don't know if I'll watch next week.

Today's earrings: frogs, flowers

Bedtime reading: The Black Doll, Edward Gorey

Migration

Today's earrings: compasses

Bedtime reading: The Black Doll, Edward Gorey

Hot day

It suddenly stopped being sweater weather, so I went sleeveless.


Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys

Bedtime reading: The Black Doll, Edward Gorey

Cheers

- - Edward Gorey

Today's earrings: roses, citrines

Bedtime reading: Fool, Christopher Moore

The Blue Dog

October

loss of one of the senses

weltschmerz

unnatural vice

disorders of the knee

diseases of the tongue

disturbances

miscarriage of a child

an accident in a garage

dementia

fraud

a quarrel

wispiness

-- Edward Gorey, The Fantod Pack, or, The Awful Vista of the Year

Today's earrings: skeletal fish

Bedtime reading: To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis

Limerick

Little Zooks, of whom no one was fond
They shot toward the roof and beyond
The infant's trajectory
Took it over the rectory
And into a lily-choked pond
- - Edward Gorey

Today's earrings: frogs, lily pads

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

A list

Aaron's Beard
absinthe
acanthus
adder's tongue
aerial yam
Afghan yellow rose
agave


Today's earrings: amethysts

Bedtime reading: Amphigorey Again, Edward Gorey

A Limerick

Little Zooks, of whom no one was fond,
They shot toward the roof and beyond;
The infant's trajectory passed him over the rectory,
And into a lily-choked pond.
- - Edward Gorey


Today's earrings: frogs, alligators

Bedtime reading: The Deranged Cousins, Edward Gorey

Epistles

Thanks, M, for your solidarity. *hugs & group shaking of fists* I've sent the USPS a lovely letter expressing my slavish desire to assist them in any way in getting D's box o' books to D. I'm postponing promises of extravagant retribution until the next letter.

And, no thanks, random Portuguese dude. I don't want that on a t-shirt.


Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys

Bedtime reading: The Lost Lions, or, Having Opened the Wrong Envelope; Edward Gorey