Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Poem for Monday and Pig Races

The Pig 
By Benjamin Hapgood Burt 

T'was the pig fair last September
A day I well remember
I was walking up and down in drunken pride
When my knees began to flutter
and I fell down in the gutter
and a pig came up and lay down by my side.

As I lay there in the gutter
thinking thoughts I could not utter
I thought I heard a passing lady say
"You can tell the man who boozes
by the company that he chooses"
and with that, the pig got up, and walked away.

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Monday was cooler and damper than the weekend, so it was a good day for getting work done. I finished an online project and did laundry, we had lunch and finished up various chores, then we went out to get haircuts -- Great Clips is as inexpensive as The Hair Cuttery and actually gives great haircuts -- and did a bit of shopping at Safeway and Trader Joe's. The Orioles and Mariners both won, so that was nice to watch over dinner. 

We just finished the last episode of the first season of Fallout, which I found overall predictable though well acted and entertaining despite the extreme violence; I'm not sure whether various cinematic dystopias borrowed from the original game, but at this point many of the TV show plot points are tropes). Now we're watching the ninth episode of Shogun (no seppuku in the first five minutes)! The pig races at the spring state fair:

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