I was composing a post about Mountain Cedar, which is currently in extreme pollination mode, when I discovered I was boring myself silly.
I did chance to wonder why pollen is spelled with an –en and pollination with an –in, but I wasn’t curious enough to look it up. Perhaps for another post.
The only other likely topic was the dream I had last night about seeing Coriolanus on Broadway and during the performance being served chicken casserole in a 9″ x 13″ x 2″ sheet cake pan (everyone got one, not just me). Coriolanus wasn’t what I remember from grad school–it was more of a fusion of Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, and Othello–and the casserole appeared to contain eggplant.
The dream was more interesting, to me at least, than cedar, but once I got past the eggplant there was nothing more to say.
So, instead of belaboring this, I shall link to the following page, where you will see what I do when I should be scrubbing the sink.
P.S. Tomorrow, February 7, 2011, at 1:00 p.m. CST, author Sylvia Dickey Smith will interview debut author Tina Whittle on Sylvia’s first Blog Talk Radio interview program, Writing Strong Women. To listen, access http://www.blogtalkradio.com/writingstrongwomen on your computer.
Image: By engraving by James Parker (1750–1805) after painting by Robert Ker Porter (1777–1842) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
- Ralph Fiennes takes Coriolanus to Berlin film festival (guardian.co.uk)
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Thanks for plugging my show, Kathy!
Enjoyed your post, and am sending a writer friend, Earl Staggs, a link to your blog! I was telling him yesterday what a great writer you are!
You’re welcome. Thank you for the compliment. I hope I don’t disappoint.
Love that dream, Kathy.Sort of like aeroplane food but with more culture. And your link: what can I say. When we turn out the lights at night and turn on our favourite novel, I wind down by cyberthumbing through a batch of LOLcats, to find the witty ones. These are lovely 🙂
I’m glad you liked the dream. It was one of my classier dreams, I must say, and where Coriolanus came from, I have no idea. I guess the cats are part of my non-class persona.
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