Well, a good time was had by all and sundry (even tho the event was on a satday), and all hearty thanks, laud and honor be heaped upon the heads and other exposed body parts of Lady Betsey and Lord Mike of Glockport. An 11th successful LobsterEtc. is on the books, and notes have been taken to be roundly ignored in the event of a 12th. I hope all who had Lobs or Clamsters remembered to stuff Betsey's coffers, so to speak, to repay her in part for her cash outlay, which is always more than she's willing to say. Thanks so very much from all of SANE (and their domestic subsidiaries) to B&M for their largesse and nicenesse. Thanks too to all who brought the many things which made Satyrday so full-filling and pleasant. We appear to be, by and large, a very nice and pleasant group. Who knew?
Betsey reports that the lost & found bin at the Glockster Manse is fuller by a few items:
One pair of blue flipped flops, pepper spray in the form of paprika, a very sharp knife that means harm, one black scrunchie and a barrett, probably belonging to Fip or [Richard], maybe Phil. Mike denies the whole thing. I will trade any of the above items for my salad days.
The poor thing has apparently lost her "salad days," so if anyone finds them, please to let her know. I'd check first to see if they were with her misspent youth, or perhaps mixed up with her marbles. She might settle for a cherry tomato afternoon, an arugula hour or even a mesclun minute, so keep your grapes peeled. Which reminds me, if someone is actually taking minutes, why do meetings seem to last forever? Ba doom boom.
Yet again I digress.
Shall SANE ever meet again? Not in the many-eyed month of Argust, I'd reckon, but perhaps once Subtemper sails over the gendarme 'twill be a world anew, adrip with promise and adew with a don't.
If YOU would like another SANE meeting, and have a date to propose, send it along to me and I'll tot up the taters and report. Tuesdays in Sethtender are:
The OnethThe Eighthth (aka Laborious Day Plus One)The FifteenthThe Twenty-toothThe Twenty-ninth
That's it, only five. There are no other Tues in Sefftimbre this year. Me, I'm thinking the Fiftarnth, since the Oneth is practically Argust, and the Eighthth has way too many aitches, and is too close to a national day of obiesance, not to mention school. Whoops, I mentioned school. And again, just then. Sorry. And the rest of the Tuesles seem late. But that's my thinking, such as it is. You wanna play host with most? Lemme know that too also.