I must apologize for the lack of content here over the past week or so. As I mentioned earlier, it’s been a busy time: sadly, I still must labor to earn the daily crust, and meanwhile we have been preparing for a wedding. (Also, on Monday the 12th, the lovely Nina and I celebrated our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. How this beautiful, cheery and intelligent woman has put up with a dyspeptic gnashgab like me for so long I can’t imagine, but there it is.)
The real problem, though, is simply that for a little while now the Muse has been silent, and so the usual topics have left me more than a little flat. The news drones on: another terror attack somewhere; more political team-sport in Washington; more climate-change hysteria; more entropic postmodernist absurdities; more lefty religion (but I repeat myself); more celebrity-gawking; more outrage; more hashtags — just more and more of all of it, without even enough variety to make it really worth commenting on. Usually I would go on doing so anyway, to quote Mencken, “for the same reason that a hen goes on laying eggs”, but every now and then the ovary shuts down for a bit, and you start to feel you’ve said what you have to say. This is one of those times. They never last very long.
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Weddings can be a nice diversion. We haven’t attended one in years. So enjoy!
Welllll Malcolm ‘Ol Hoss you finally managed to light me off in search of a word. “Gnashgab” – did you manage to already have that in your fund of available vocabulary or was it your luck in finding such a tolerant Lady?
Happy Anniversary for the two of you. Nina especially.
Oh and thanks Malcolm. In addition to finding out that description, now I’ve got a word I can use in reference to my brother-in-law that shouldn’t frighten the horses. “Cumberground.”