This evening has almost everything good about a midsummer seven-o'clock-p.m. going for it. I made a dinner of oven fried chicken and potatoes and asparagus, which we gobbled with salt and ketchup and spicy mustard. The potatoes browned just perfectly, and the asparagus steamed in the oven to the perfect shade of green, and it was thin and tender and I loved it.
Just now, the almost-setting sun is catching its yellow light on the living room screens, marking the east wall with stripes of milky gold. Josh clanks dishes gently as he washes them. Cars whirr by on their way home, I imagine, to apartments where their occupants will throw open the windows and invite in the breezes.
I have invited in the breezes. I am always inviting in the breezes. This is part of my heritage, as is closing my eyes to the sound of wind in maple leaves. This is part of what I learned from my family's Very Strong Women, and as I am an aspiring Very Strong Woman, I obey my intuition regarding the inviting of breezes and the welcoming of maple leaf music.
Yes, this evening is a good one, and Bill McLaughlin is on the radio, and I have renewed all my library books, and I am glad for it all. It is not always like this, of course. That is part of the story.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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The Complexities of Self Referencing Systems Specific To The Usage of Asparagus in Descriptive Narratives
ReplyDelete“The potatoes browned just perfectly, and the asparagus steamed in the oven to the perfect shade of green, and it was thin and tender and I loved it.”
The use of asparagus, which is both the singular and the plural, and then the pronoun it, in your description causes some concern. A suggested alternative is to replace “it was” with “the spears were”.
There is still the problem of the second it – (“I loved it”). Since most would interpret the second “it” to reference the sensation of eating asparagus this construction remains valid.
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