Our friends told us about a new quarry that started operations in their area. It's a relatively small business, but they quarry limestone there, used for flagstones and landscaping.
It was probably all the Fourth of July fireworks that got me to thinking about this: wouldn't it be fun to have something like those "u-pick" strawberry farms for stone quarries? That way if you needed some pavers, you could just bring a truck, pay a deposit for some safety equipment and explosives, and come away with your very own stone that you cut yourself from the living earth! The roadside signs could say "Blast your own" or "U-Hew!"
Let me know if you're interested in going into business together.
But I do write! Just not that often. What about? Well, whatever crosses the synapses, mostly. But hardly any poetry, 'cos no one goes for that.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Ineffective ultimatum
Overheard in an airport concourse last week:
Mother to squalling child: "Do you want me to send you to your room?"
Mother to squalling child: "Do you want me to send you to your room?"
Friday, June 15, 2007
Dyslexia or just moment of doubt?
I always have to stop and think before I say or write these things:
- dot your i's and cross your t's
- move a date up or back (I just never say this because I'm not confident I use it the same way as everyone else)
- judgement or judgment
- Meán Fómhair or Deireadh Fómhair
- Daylight savings time or standard time
- cynical or sarcastic
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