Dispatches from a restless Floridian ... food, travel, books, rum, peninsular insanity.
Friday, March 16, 2012
WHO, ME? NO, I'M NOT GETTING OLD ...
I mean, just because I've got four -- count 'em, four -- pairs of glasses sitting on my desk and close at hand, that doesn't mean a thing. Nor does it matter that I probably have another three or four located at strategic locations around the house (Downstairs bathroom? Check. Master bathroom? Check. Office bathroom? Hells to the yeah.)
Please note that up there in the left-hand corner I also have a knife. A very sharp vintage Florida fruitpicker's knife. I hone its blade each day.
It's at the ready should anyone choose to mock me for keeping so many pairs of glasses at my beck and call.
Not to worry. I have no intention of posting about how many times a day I have to stop work in order to pee. Or how I can never find a damn thing. Including my glasses.