Apparently, the ‘sign lady’ responsible for the marquee creations at the corner gas station/convenience store is ill. At least that’s what I gathered when I read the titled wish with an added we’re thinking of you. If she isn’t under the weather, I’m sure there’s going to be hell to pay. I’m not thinking anyone would mess around with her. If she’s like anything she ‘writes’ about, she’s one tough woman.
To facilitate her recovery, I decided to pen yet another post inspired by her pearls of wisdom. Well, her’s and other marquees around town. To be perfectly honest, I seriously doubt she even reads this blog. Let alone gives two shits about what I have to say. Still, I think it’s time. I haven’t had a post such as this in awhile. Added bonus, I’ve decided to pair each with a musical selection. Think of it as a trifecta of tributes to marquee meanderings.
I mushroom hunt because I have no morels
Morchella, the true morels, is a genus of edible sac fungi closely related to anatomically simpler cup fungi in the order Pezizales (division Ascomycota). These distinctive fungi have a honeycomb appearance, due to the network of ridges with pits composing their cap.
Before I moved to Traverse City, I had never heard of a morel mushroom. I’m not a fan of mushrooms. So my ignorance to anything related to mushrooms wasn’t unusual. I must say, these people take their morels seriously. Don’t even get me started on that whole mushroom hunting concept. After fifteen years, I’m still a morel hold out. But, if you’re talking vegetable… . Asparagus season is right around the corner. I ordered tempura style asparagus at a restaurant a few years back and it was amazing. For me, it’s stalks over spores, baby.
Beer as cold as yer ex’s heart, but no bitter aftertaste
This was sign lady’s last words – well, before she took ill, that is. And, what a good one, eh? So profound, yet applicable to relationahips. Pretty much everyone who walks into her establishment exists with beer. So, I’m thinking it’s cold. As far as ‘yer ex’s heart’ – I’m thinking everyone who walks out with beer in tow has most likely had an ex who’s heart was just as, if not colder. Brrr… .
I run like the winded
I started running again. Let me qualify that, I’ve including running segments into my cardio sessions. Though, I’m not sure if you can qualify what I do as running. Regardless, I go outside and exercise. Considering I have that hip thing goin down, this should really read I run like the wounded.
Warm wishes (and cold beer) for a speedy recovery!
