For the past three hours, I have been in the mood to write, but for the life of me, I can’t think of a topic. Usually they just arrive and plop themselves down near my laptop. Today – there’s nothing. My mind keeps floating back to topics not fit for blogging. Maybe that is what writer’s block really is – preoccupation with That Which May Not Be Mentioned.
So I am going to use a teacher trick. I’m going to open a dictionary to a random page and take the fifth word. I am going to do that three times. And those three words will determine what my post is about today.
Here we go. First word:
Suddenly, this task has gotten easier. I actually used this last word in Tyrol – don’t ask me how the dinner conversation moved to this theme, but it really did. Maybe it was because my cousin’s fiancé who was in attendance is a policeman. I remember a joke being told about a woman being flashed and then suddenly remembering that she had forgotten to buy shrimp while at the store.
And speaking of seafood (nice transition there, hey?), I just learned of a European vegetable that tastes like oysters: the salsify. It being completely new to me, I googled for images and suddenly was back to the topic of exhibitionists – especially old ones.
And while I am on the subject of cranky old objects that aren’t used any more, remember way back when teachers handed out mimeographed copies in school? The first thing you did was hold it up to your nose and breathe in deeply. I doubt very much that people do that with salsifies. Or exhibitionists, for that matter.