There isn't much point in apologizing for not having written so much in the last few months. Those of you who know me in real life know that I've been rather busy. To be honest, I'm still rather busy. But these days I'm not as likely to be falling asleep at seven o'clock at night, and, in addition, since I am no longer working any kind of day job, I'm starting to find that I have a small amount of time to devote to keeping Miss Edith's voice out on the airwaves, as Notarius would say... so to speak.
Miss Edith will do her utmost to once again bring you light and joy in small doses now and then... but please be understanding if the posts are erratically timed. Frankly, my entire life is erratically timed these days. But I'm doing the best I can.
I would like to point out that I do know for sure that it is summer: Miss Edith noticed a wasp buzzing around her pristine, sunny kitchen this morning. A better housewife than I would have grabbed some handy aerosol thingy or natural potion to kill the vicious beast. Being Miss Edith, however, I grabbed the first thing I could think of to use to trap it: a shot glass.
I was not effective, and the wasp is still on the loose. But I've left the shot glass out; I think it'll come in handy later on...
Friday, May 30, 2008
A Follow-up to the Earlier Vermont Country Store Posting
Well, some months have gone by, and the Vermont Country Store has graced Miss Edith's mailbox with a summer catalogue, which contains a number of tempting new items. Miss Edith curled up with Notarius on the couch for some serious browsing, and we had a nice time reminiscing about the last catalogue we'd received from them, which inspired a posting here about the, um, intimate products they now carry.
It was with some interest, then, that we flipped to the middle of the catalogue, where we saw that there were indeed new intimate products available. By far the most entertaining of these was a bath pillow that comes with a submersible vibrator tucked into it -- how handy is that? -- but I couldn't help noticing that, as always, when new items are added to the catalogue, old items must be taken out. One assumes that the items that were taken out of the print catalogue were things that just didn't fly. Well, dear readers, cock rings are no longer in the print catalogue for the Vermont Country Store. Instead, we see more items that are clearly marketed toward the female customer. (You can, if you wish, still find the cock rings at the Vermont Country Store's website -- thank god, right?) Obviously, the people who place orders from the print catalogue are overwhelmingly female... or, I suppose, it could be that the men who place the orders are convinced that if they've got problems in bed, it's their mate's fault, and not theirs. Huh.
On a side note, I've observed with much amusement that many of the people who have been reading Miss Edith's ramblings on this, that, and the other, have arrived here by doing searches for phrases like "Vermont Country Store Cock Rings." Presumably they're not unhappy to find this, that, and the other distracting them on the path to having a bit of the other.
It was with some interest, then, that we flipped to the middle of the catalogue, where we saw that there were indeed new intimate products available. By far the most entertaining of these was a bath pillow that comes with a submersible vibrator tucked into it -- how handy is that? -- but I couldn't help noticing that, as always, when new items are added to the catalogue, old items must be taken out. One assumes that the items that were taken out of the print catalogue were things that just didn't fly. Well, dear readers, cock rings are no longer in the print catalogue for the Vermont Country Store. Instead, we see more items that are clearly marketed toward the female customer. (You can, if you wish, still find the cock rings at the Vermont Country Store's website -- thank god, right?) Obviously, the people who place orders from the print catalogue are overwhelmingly female... or, I suppose, it could be that the men who place the orders are convinced that if they've got problems in bed, it's their mate's fault, and not theirs. Huh.
On a side note, I've observed with much amusement that many of the people who have been reading Miss Edith's ramblings on this, that, and the other, have arrived here by doing searches for phrases like "Vermont Country Store Cock Rings." Presumably they're not unhappy to find this, that, and the other distracting them on the path to having a bit of the other.
The Bryn Mawr Bookshop in New Haven
It has finally happened.
The Bryn Mawr Bookshop has closed its New Haven location. My dear friend Patsy Recchia will no longer be stationed behind the counter, dispensing books, cruel wit, and kind words to those who deserve them. Her dog, Zoe, who's a real sweetie, will no longer be coming out from behind the counter to greet the regulars or to curl up on that beat-up old armchair.
I'm sorry to see it go. Miss Edith has logged a lot of hours at the Bryn Mawr Bookshop. Most people here won't know the difference, now that the store is closed, but I know the difference.
The Bryn Mawr Bookshop has closed its New Haven location. My dear friend Patsy Recchia will no longer be stationed behind the counter, dispensing books, cruel wit, and kind words to those who deserve them. Her dog, Zoe, who's a real sweetie, will no longer be coming out from behind the counter to greet the regulars or to curl up on that beat-up old armchair.
I'm sorry to see it go. Miss Edith has logged a lot of hours at the Bryn Mawr Bookshop. Most people here won't know the difference, now that the store is closed, but I know the difference.
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