How Our Conversations Devolve, Part XIV
After a very long day of editing, Tessa and I crashed into bed, following our usual regimen of mutual wireless surfing on laptops. She put together a linen registry for her bridal shower, and I have to say, some of these things take a little getting used to. I’ve never seen that much linen in my life, in fact, I still use blankets and pillow cases I’ve had, literally, since 3rd grade. But I realized I’m also kind of a sentimental schlub.
Then we went over to Amazon, where I’ve registered for a couple of “boy items” that have nothing to do with cookware or bedding. She became enamored of the garden supplies, particularly a book called The Well-Designed Mixed Garden: Building Beds and Borders with Trees, Shrubs, Perennials, Annuals, and Bulbs. We also stumbled on the much more sweetly named Trowel and Error, which led me to muse upon my own yet-unwritten gardening books, “Natural Born Tillers” and “Mulch Ado About Nothing.” Then we figured there should be a whole series of gardening books based thematically upon the works of Shakespeare: “Taming of the Yew,” “The TenPests,” “The Merry Vines of Vindsor,” “A Comedy of Iris,” “Richard the Turd” (you know, about fertilizer), “Hamlock,” and of course, “King Leaf” and “King Lawn” (you know, like “King Lear” and “King John”? HA HA HA!)
Man, we are so fucking funny it hurts!