1. Odd, this. The short version is that a pastor, Terry Jones by name, got himself arrested when about to burn almost 3,000 Korans--one for every 9/11 victim, don't you know. No specifics as to what the charges were, and I'll be interested to see the officers' reasoning for the arrest, as they haven't made that clear yet. My guess is one of two options: either burning 3,000 kerosene-soaked books violates about fifty-seven ordnances about pollution/air quality/health and safety (and somehow, I can easily see that being something of an issue...) or the cops who arrested him did so on the grounds that he was being a jackass. If the former, fine; if the latter...oh, ye gads and little fishes, the lawsuits that'll fly out of that case ought to make every self-respecting
On second thought...
2. This has been a...long...week. Call this Katherine's Rule #5: "Any week that involves an ER trip, car repairs, an insurance company, and a $300 check to a plumber is a Long Week." Everyone's fine. Our kitchen ceiling, not so much, but at least it's fixable with some Kilz and doesn't have to be replaced. Pro tip for new homeowners: it is wise to pour bleach into the condensation overflow pipe every few months. If you don't, a large mold/algae growth may end up blocking it (ewwwwwwwww) and then you'll have as nice a little flood as you could want, and your plumber's kids--future Ivy League graduates all, no doubt, at those rates--will bless your name.
Me, I think that a beer may be consumed this evening.
3. My Yankees. Oh, my Yankees. You are all giving me agita. First and foremost among the problems the Yankees have is this Phil Hughes character. I simply cannot understand why he's still a major league pitcher. Best I can figure is that he must have something on someone higher up in the Yankee organization. It sure isn't his pitching that's keeping him on the roster!
There simply is no way that we'll win the World Series even if we do get the wildcard slot. We haven't the pitchers. We have one quite good pitcher, and he's nearly 40. The rest vary from competent on a good day against a not-so-hot team (Sabathia, Kuroda, and Nova) to total nightmares (Hughes, and the entire bullpen--special mention due to the unmitigated disaster that is Joba Chamberlain!--with the exception of Mo).
Guys, I grew up with the Yankees of the 90s. The Yankees of the 90s won four World Series between 1996 and 2000. I grew up with Coney and Pettite leading from the mound a roster that included Williams, Jeter, O'Neill, and Martinez, ferpete'ssake. Oh, sure, we had Knoblauch, but he was at least a competent fielder and his batting was made up for by, well, EVERYONE ELSE on the roster. Now...*pinches bridge of nose, sighs deeply*. Agita. Agita, I tell you!
Though I will grant that considering the injury factor alone, the mere fact that we're in the wild card race at all says something about how good we could be if we had...well...pitchers. More than one (aging) starter and one (aging-to-the-point-he'll-retire-at-the-end-of-the-year) ninth-inning reliever. Preferably ones younger than forty with an ERA of less than six. Or four. Really, 3 and under would be ideal. Not all of them, you understand...just more than not.
On the bright side, we're going to a Yankees-Astros game or two at the end of September. We may well catch Mo's last appearance ever...and that would be something very, very special for this fan who has seen him in every Yankee game she's ever attended.
4. The Accountant has never seen Chariots of Fire. *gasp of horror*
This WILL be corrected within the next 48 hours.
5. I am so ready for fall. I AM SO READY FOR FALL. I still have another two weeks of 90-degree weather. BUT I AM SO READY FOR FALL. I spent much of a day earlier this week writing out plans for Thanksgiving: what to serve, how to decorate, a timeline for cooking, researching stuffing recipes to find one that sounds like the one I ate as a child, debating whether four pies were too many for 10-12 people (answer: certainly not, when does pie ever go to waste?), filling my mind with fall colors and the smell of turkey...it was glorious, I tell you. I am craving pumpkin pie something fierce.
6. While I'm on the subject of pie, am I the only person in bloggerland who loves mince pie? My mother always made it at Thanksgiving and Christmas when I was a kid--Nonesuch mincemeat was the only mincemeat, not to mention the only premade pie filling, we ever used!--and I loved the stuff. I've only met one other person in my life who loves mincemeat as I do. I've even been known to buy a jar of Nonesuch and then heat a spoonful or two before pouring it over vanilla ice cream.
(I have not been compensated in any way by Nonesuch mincemeat, nor do I anticipate being compensated by them. I just love, love, LOVE their product and have for a good decade and a half!)
7. Another "odd" holiday food love of mine is fruitcake. Yes, fruitcake. I know, I know, so many jokes...but properly made, fruitcake is a joy, especially paired with a cup of good Earl Gray. Yum yum. I'm considering making a couple this year, but I don't know anyone else who likes it, and even I couldn't eat an entire fruitcake or two by myself. Does anyone else like fruitcake?
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