The word of the day for July 6, 2008 is "perigrinate" — intransitive verb — : to travel especially on foot : walk. — transitive verb — : to walk or travel over : traverse.
We did get to go up to Cybil's on Saturday. It rained on us a bit on the way, but the weather was nice the rest of the trip. Cybil had to work until 1, so we went into Kansas City, MO, to look at the Liberty Memorial and Museum. (We didn't get out of the car, but we parked and looked at the sphynxes and the tower while deciding what else to do) What we did was get a bite at the nearest Burger King. Lloyd insisted that I should give Bubbles some milk because "he hasn't eaten anything." Then we went to Troost Park, where I discovered that the dog is lactose intolerant. He had gotten the inside of his crate pretty well saturated.
I cleaned him up with paper napkins and some old newspaper found under the seat. I would have dunked him in the park fountain, but the signs said no wading or swimming. Anyway, we drove over to the Paseo and north past Truman, caught I-35South and got to Cybil's house just before she got home. Her husband, Ryan, put the dog's bedding (an old beach towel) into the washer. Cybil came home immediately after and, after changing into casual clothing, took the dog and me for a walk along the local bike path. It's very well kept up and debouches into a charming park with a large shelter used for garden markets and performance art.
After our walk, which included a good chat, Cybil fed us meat and cheese, onions, red peppers, etc. between the halves of a cheesy asiago bread. She had an Italian name for it, which I can't remember and won't ask her to spell, but it was scrumtious. After some more talk, admiring their new garden shed and playing with the dog, I stuffed Lloyd and the dog back into the car for the homeward trip, which was accomplished without problems. A good day. And today I got to give the dog a bath, so he is now snuggled up against Lloyd sulking as he finishes drying.
Our quote for the day is from William Shakespeare (1564–1616), British dramatist, poet. [Sir Nathaniel and Holofernes, in Love’s Labor’s Lost, act 5, sc. 1, l. 12-15]:
Holofernes: He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd as it were, too peregrinate as I may call it.
Sir Nathaniel: A most singular and choice epithet..
;^) Jan
2 comments:
Funny post. I love the bit about the dog being lactose intolerant. :)
Dan
Hi,
Came by to wish you congratulations on your two time winning of the weekly sentence.
Nancy
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