Jett!

Jett!  Voglio dire, Giaietto!--Giac

Captain Fantastic

   'You're a professor, aren't you,' she said confidently as she sat there with husband and son in the bar.

   'O no no no no no,' I assured her, 'just outstandingly near-sighted.'

   They were in town for a wedding, had surveyed the used book store nextdoor, were nursing coffee and soft-fruit tarts till it was time for Captain Fantastic at the neighbourhood cinema.

   'According to the reviews,' said the twenty-something, 'it's the story of my life.'  For Dad most assuredly is a professor, in Chicago.

   'Lucky lad,' I thought to myself.  Minus, of course, the rock climbing.--Giac

mare!

  The neighbour's mare got out this morning.  She was so tame, she would not be whispered back. 
  Neighbour not at home.
  A pickup truck comes along.  Slowly. 
  Nevertheless, the mare spooks, gallops off to who knows where.
  I get in the car to search for her.  I'm scarcely at the bottom of the hill when the Good Samaritan appears.  The mare has run to his farm, he's shut her up with his own horse, and in the absence of the owner, he proceeds to repair the gap in the fence, then restore the mare to her own pasture.
  Living in the country . . . .  Per precisare, in the ungentrified, authentic country.--Giac

buon anno a tutti

Quilt 1891

 

Auguri!--Giac

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Music of Bedrich Smetana.

Giac.