My Norwegian Elkhound is supposed to be good for 75 degrees below zero F, herding reindeer and chasing moose up trees on the other side of the fjord. He is curled up on a padded doggie bed with a fleecy microfiber blanket pulled over himself. I’m in shorts and a tee shirt.
I still remember writing down numbers my Dad was reading when he was working on his Master’s thesis in chemistry. He interrupted the work to show me how to pack the front wheel bearings in the Studebaker with Wagner playing on the radio. Lohengrin.
The four most beautiful words in the English language: WINNER CLAIM AT LOTTERY
It’s gotta be the right car. I see you in a ’67 Skylark convertible, white with a black top and a Dante Red interior.
The four most beautiful words in the English language: WINNER CLAIM AT LOTTERY in red LEDs
COOOOL! A SCOTTLING GUN!
I expect that next year she’ll cover herself with glow sticks and go as Marie Curie, or dressed as one of the other women who also happened to be scientific or mathematical geniuses, maybe Ada Byron Lovelace or Mileva Maric Einstein?
“…It does its little business, and then it flies away.” — Victor Buono (1938-1981)