A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Autumn in the South

This is the atraction of southern living. The 5 months of the year that the weather is perfect. Late February to mid-May, and again from late September through early December. Dry, 50's at night, 70's & 80's during the day. Light breeze. This is why people stay here.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds wonderful! Now if we just knew someone who would be willing to have guests! (Of course we would work for room and board, that's a given!) :-D (That's supposed to be laughter.)

12:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Give us a few more months to allow all of the extended family, a.k.a. refugees, to go back home and the house will be open for more guests!
Ahhh, that Southern Comfort... errrr... Hospitality!

9:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would like to call your attention to the 'Dry' description of the season including Feb-April... See post in early March 2006.

9:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oui, oui, jeune homme! Formidable!

6:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, Yes! Thought ya was cussin' me until I googled 'jeune homme'. Returned quite an iteresting poem...

Young man
Oh! to lay down me quietly
During infinite hours!
And I was however your lover
At the time of the abandonments which you deny.

You lie too much! Any woman lies.
To play with the ironies,
With the cold lapse of memory, it is charming.
Me, I kiss your blessed hands.

I keep silent myself. I go in the night
Cemetery calms where shone
The moon on the brown ground.

Six balls of my revolver
Will send to me under the green grass
To forget your eyes and the moon

8:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh yuk! Now you've ruined it! What a miserable poem! (It almost seems like a very poor translation of some oddball French poet!)

7:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Damn. Isn't it just like reality to seem like... reality! Sorry for the off colour translation. Can't speak a word of French, Oui, French. Therfore I have to translate. Sorry about the failure to acknowledge... Charles CROS (1842-1888)
(Collection: The collar of claws)...

8:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'll have to look him up! Have to see if the rest of his stuff is worth looking at! Seems doubtful but still he may just be one of the "Poets of the damned" as they called them in French Lit!

5:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Charles Cros... Not just a poet.. An engineer before his time.

8:49 PM  
Anonymous Amomymous said...

OK! Amomymous from now on!

5:42 PM  

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