classic demetri


Is it lunch time yet ???

moderately upscale jewelry store
Action: packaging a customer's jewelry purchase (jewelry in a fabric pouch; pouch in a branded box; box in a gift bag; then folded tissue paper !)


Co-worker to customer: Do you want your chicken in a pouch ???

The rest of us: Mwahaaaaaaaahaa!

Co-worker to us: Why are you laughing?

The rest of us: More laughter. We finally let her in on the joke. Poor thing. She had brought fried chicken for lunch and was feeling verrry hungry !!

Adventures in Retail, Vol I, No. 5



i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

~ e.e. cummings



Cousin john ....


tree huggers


When Marcie gets plastered, she tends to go fish-eyed!



from a male point of view:

"Here's my theory:
Women have an entire script written.
An epic narrative.

Only, they aren't going to let you read it.
So if you, say, go off script on page 3,
they write you out of the story."

~excerpt from "Must Love Dogs"



longing ...

Your words are the only furniture I can remember
Your body the book that told me most.
If this room has a ghost
It will be your laughter in the frank dark
Revealing the world as a room
Loved only for those moments when
We touched the purely human.

~ excerpted from We Are Living, by Brendan Kennelly



a public service announcement



bangers and mash !!

bangers and mash and peas ....... Oh My !!

I recently had the opportunity to attend a proper English wedding. Well, the Queen wasn't there so I didn't have to wear a hat, phew! (But I did spy a few frilly feathery somthings in female wedding party coifs....) If I thought beforehand that this new experience would be radically different from American weddings, I was wrongly thinking. Love seems to have a universal language, and I heard love that day: in the vows bespoke, in comings and goings, in toasts to the bride and groom and tall tales told. I also saw a very hard working bride who cleaned the hall after all the wedding guests went home.

What surprised me most was the welcome I received. Special mention in the wedding toast (oh yeah!) Friendly smiles, interested inquiries, open ended invitations to visit, copious amounts of tea and my first taste of bangers and mash. A little horseradish was mixed in with the mash. I, alone, ate properly with my fork in my right hand, curved upward. But I will let that tiny detail slide ........ haa ha. Thanks to all who made my day and eve full of warmth, cheer and love.

ps. apologies to mum for not spending more time with you!