Clovis, and Miscellaneous Catching Up
"Heavens!" exclaimed the aunt of Clovis, "here's some one I know bearing down on us. He lunched with us once in Town. He's heard of the picnic I'm giving for the Princess, and he'll cling like a lifebelt till I give him an invitation; then ask if he may bring all his wives and mothers and sisters. The worst of these small watering-places is that one can't escape from anybody."
"I'll fight a rearguard action if you like to do a bolt now," volunteered Clovis; "you've a clear ten yards start if you don't lose time." The aunt of Clovis responded gamely to the suggestion, and churned away like a Nile steamer, with a long brown ripple of Pekingese spaniel trailing in her wake.
"Pretend you don't know him," was her parting advice, tinged with the reckless courage of the non-combatant.
Dancer Tom Pfaeffle introduced me to Clovis. Selected H.H.Munroe stories are 7 on the Richter scale. Read for yourself! And three cheers for The Gutenburg Project.
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I met a sailing wench! Karen Paffendorf has long, soft hair, a gentle manner, and a resume that befuddles me. She sails and swims and does something that caused a painful road rash. Karen says she will teach me to windsurf! But the road rash interferes; this weekend will not do.
I chat with my locksmith, who lives on a boat. He says the first day of windsurfing is spent hauling the sail out of the water, hand over hand, over and over again. I decide to take windsurfing lessons at Cal Sailing Club, and get that rite of passage over with. I begin tomorrow morning.
I hope I can lift my arms for Friday Night Waltz (on Saturday in Oakland) afterwards!
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Bab5 continues wonderful. I met Joel, who moved to Baltimore for a professorship, but still has not found his niche. He was loathe to leave Bab5, so I stayed later than is my wont. It was interesting to watch the waves of people drift in and out. Morgan and David are so awesome! Morgan dances and sews, and never says an unkind word against a person. David emits puns like PigPen emits dust, and gives great hugs.
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The Peculiar Tent Maker stories are coming... but I have get my tent, first. Then, many strange tales will be made manifest on this blog!
Hugs, Renee