Dangerously Unattended
There is a Post-It on the computer screen reminding me, in M le Neveu's hand, that "klondikes (are) low". Is this found poetry or what? Could we not go completely hermeneutic about glossing the message? (Sorry; I'm reading about Gadamer.) The parenthesis itself seems wishfully significant. If only I had the nerve to ask Zoe how Quarsan, assuming that he had a taste for Klondikes, would phrase such a note... Kathleen flew out to Palm Desert yesterday for the big IM thingie - that doesn't stand for "instant messaging," by the way - and she's staying at Rancho Rocko, where if she could spare the time from spa treatments she might try out the new Bing Crosby's Restaurant & Piano Lounge. (I am now, officially, a dead man.) PPOQ is in London, for the umpteenth wedding of his old friend, Lady McIlhenny. This leaves me dangerously unattended. Who knows what I'd get up to if it were a pleasant spring day and I wouldn't look odd in shorts on the streets of Yorkville?... I don't know what it is, but there's a certain song that I can't get out of my head, and it's not "Since U Been Gone"... Here I'd thought that Martha Wainwright was the current Mrs Loudon III! And where did I get that impression? From Private Astronomy, Geoff Muldaur's homage to Bix Beiderbecke. The photographs in the booklet do not suggest that Ms Wainwright is under thirty and her brother's little sister. As for papa, his voice is so much simpler than his son's. and I think he's a true tenor. He sings a cheeky Al Dubin number, "Bless You! Sister," with Martha and two Muldaur girls doing magnificent close harmony. When I got the CD two years ago I could not stop listening to this song. But even though I don't know what it is, "Bless You! Sister" is not the current earworm.
