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I had a fine day w/Mom, having lunch at the San Jose Art Museum cafe and then wandering the current IPO exhibit w/a nice tour-guide more inclined to talk to us about what we thought the art was about rather than lecturing us. She BBQ'd ribs which we enjoyed w/the organic asparagus we'd picked up from the nearby farmer's market.
After dinner, we took the leftover ginger-ale from J's afternoon finals study-session potluck along w/some leftover tonic water from pre-dinner G&Ts, and mixed 'em up in a glass w/ice. I told Mom she could have it, but she declared it a treat, like ink, which I then had to drink.
I got the reference immediately, as it was from one of my absolute fave stories when I was a kid. It's been ages since either of us had read it though, so we wanted to do so. Sadly, we couldn't find her copy of the Collected Works of Lewis Carroll, J's didn't contain it, and none of the Collected Works versions available on-line had it.
Luckily, Mom's GoogleFu is strong, and she found it. Now, for your reading pleasure, a delightfully absurd little story cobbled together from a couple of letters he wrote to young friends way back when, which Mom used to read to me (we both used to know it nearly by heart): The Three Cats by Lewis Carroll.
After dinner, we took the leftover ginger-ale from J's afternoon finals study-session potluck along w/some leftover tonic water from pre-dinner G&Ts, and mixed 'em up in a glass w/ice. I told Mom she could have it, but she declared it a treat, like ink, which I then had to drink.
I got the reference immediately, as it was from one of my absolute fave stories when I was a kid. It's been ages since either of us had read it though, so we wanted to do so. Sadly, we couldn't find her copy of the Collected Works of Lewis Carroll, J's didn't contain it, and none of the Collected Works versions available on-line had it.
Luckily, Mom's GoogleFu is strong, and she found it. Now, for your reading pleasure, a delightfully absurd little story cobbled together from a couple of letters he wrote to young friends way back when, which Mom used to read to me (we both used to know it nearly by heart): The Three Cats by Lewis Carroll.
