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A day in G-Town

Posted by Mick on March 21, 2010 – 6:03 pm

Greetings and salutations.

I am quite aware that the previous statement is redundant.  Fortunately, I’ve never been one to let grammar or logic interfere with style.  And so I say:

Greetings and salutations, my friends.  Today finds me ensconced on my mother-in-law’s couch while my father-in-law and brother-in-law wrestle with a part on my wife’s car.  Some of you might be asking why I’m sitting on the couch while they work on the car.  It’s because I know my limitations.  I’m of little to no use when it comes to mechanic type work.  If it was just my father-in-law, I’d hang out and push tools, but with two of them out there I quickly find myself in the way.  Furthermore, there’s writing to be done.

I could have stayed home.  I thought about it.  I could have had the afternoon to myself, writing and such, it would have been nice.  This way, though, the car gets worked on, Tara visits her mom, I get to feel productive, and at some point my MIL will feed me cupcakes and other goodies.  It’s family bonding that still satisfies my inherent need to be a hermit.  The only drawback I’ve identified so far is the complete lack of guitar in this house.

When I write, I oft feel the need to pick up my guitar and play.  Just like yesterday.  It helps me think when I get stuck.  It’s a crutch, I understand that.  What I don’t understand is why people say that like it’s a bad thing.  A crutch is a good thing.  I spent 6 months in a cast, my crutches let me do things I couldn’t have done otherwise.  There ain’t nothing wrong with a crutch if it helps you maintain productivity.

Yeah, but just look at you now!  You’re reliance on your crutch has actually crippled you.  You’re trying to write somewhere other than your office and your stuck. That’s where you’re wrong.  I’m not stuck.  I’ve adapted to the absence of my crutch.  I’ve adapted by… writing about the absence of my crutch.  And there you have it, once again the guitar saves the day.

Plus, I’m going to use this as an excuse to buy a new guitar.  A guitar for the house, a guitar for leaving here.  Sounds like a win to me.

Mom – that’s what I call my mother-in-law – tried to help.  When I asked Tara if there might be a guitar hidden here somewhere, Mom said No, but there’s Guitar Hero.  That’s fun. Fun it might be, but it’s not a substitute.  Not at all.

Here’s a little picture to make the foodies out there envious.  Do you know what that is?  It’s saffron.  It’s a big bag of saffron.

If you’re not a foodie, you might be less than impressed at this moment.  Let me explain briefly.  Saffron is a spice, grown primarily in the East.  Think Kashmir.  Saffron is renowned as the most expensive spice, by weight, in the world.  The entire world.  In the West, Saffron prices range from as low as $500 to as high as several thousand dollars… per pound.  It takes 75,000 flowers, roughly an area the size of a football field, to grow one pound of saffron.

At today’s prices, you’re looking at about $500 worth of saffron right there.

Actually, you’re looking at a little less than $500 worth.  Because that is the bag after we filled a little jar up to take home with us.  One other tidbit about saffron… it’s delicious.  I think there’s some paella in my future.  And rice.  Lots of saffron rice.  Mmmmmmmmmm.  I’m sure there are other things we can do with saffron, but that’s enough for me.

Be good to each other.

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