Remember this one from elementary school:
“Great, green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Dirty little birdies feet,
Great, green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts,
And me without my spoon.”
That little ditty has been running through the waste land of my mind for the last week. I just love it, probably close to 60 years ago and that really valuable piece of information is still stashed away, and pops out occasionally. It was driving me nuts though, not because it’s so stupid, but because I couldn’t remember that line, “Dirty little birdies feet.” But proving once again that you can find almost anything on the internet, I just put the words “Great, green gobs…” into Google, and up popped the lyrics. Fabulous!
Gophers, boy that brings a few things to mind. Of course, there’s Caddy Shack, one of the greatest films of all time, and in terms of being really stupid, on a par with the Great, green gobs thing. Then, at about the same time that I learned the Ggg jingle, my brothers and I also discovered that actual gophers could be a barrel of fun. I’m telling you, we would absolutely laugh and roll in the grass when after sticking a water hose down a gopher’s entrance hole, he’d come flying out the escape hole, directly into the carefully placed milk bottle. That almost musical “thunk” made by a gopher hitting the bottom of a glass milk bottle at high speed is another thing that I remember like it was yesterday…and it still makes me smile. We tried keeping a gopher as a pet once, put him in a cardboard box in the garage, of course gone in the morning, having eaten his way out.
Moving on. Down in The Princess’s studio, the always challenging process of creating great art got harder this week. A shipping box of paint for the Pony yielded some packing that I just had to make use of, so I took it into the studio.
Now she’s having a devil of a time working while trying to fight off that snake.
Great news! As I was typing this the phone rang, and it turned out to be a nice lady from UNC. She told me that I had won a door prize from the big (804 pints) UNC blood drive that I participated in yesterday. I hardly ever win anything, but it must have finally been my turn. A $25 gift certificate is heading my way. By the way, this definitely qualifies as Guinea Pig-O-Meter funds, so on the home page you’ll see a little “bump” there. I suppose though, while we’re on the subject of the meters, I’d better reference the Cost-O-Meter. I’ve dutifully caught it up, and it is truly frightening to see that costs now exceed $3000.
I was telling Gene the other day that the project, having now exceeded in cost (by about twice) what I could ever expect to get from a sale of the Pony, can officially be categorized as a “fools mission,” or more specifically, an Idiotic Fools Mission. Now stop it, you did not know that two years before me.
A couple of people said recently how much they enjoyed the last post. Must have just been a fluke. But listen, I need for you people to stop hoping that I never finish work on the Pony. I’m pretty sure it’s stifling progress. The fear seems to be that when the Pony is done, so is the blog. If I promise to keep writing even after the Pony has moved on, will you send along some positive vibes, good wishes, maybe even prayers? Wouldn’t that leak coming from the differential be a good thing to stick into one of your bedtime prayers?
“And finally God, bless that idiot with the Pony (serial no. PGA 18564), and through some kind of heavenly intervention stop the oil from leaking out of the left oil seal of the differential. Amen.”
If He has to ask which side is “left,” then you’re not talking to the right guy, and you’ll need to redirect your efforts. The real God would have known that. Some of you may feel uncomfortable praying…especially for the Pony, so if you just want to write the prayer on a twenty-dollar bill and send it to me that would be “ok” too.
I’m spending lot of time underneath the Pony painting. There are a million little nooks and crannies under there, and every one needs to be primed and given three coats of red. Here are a few pics of the Pony’s “soft underbelly.”
The shot of me under there is courtesy of Lynne.
EMERGENCY PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
I know it’s hard to believe, but sometimes I work on a post for more than one day. All that stuff above was written over the last two days, and it’s now Friday morning. I’ve just returned from a trip to the pharmacy for some vitamin D. Ok, ok, it wasn’t the pharmacy; it was Krispy Kreme, but the word donut does start with a D. Amazingly, and I don’t know how I almost missed this, today turns out to be National Donut Day!!! They’re givin’ out free donuts, so get down there quick, and pick-up your prescription.
Thanks for reading.