It's fall already. And just look, there's our kitchen white board over in the corner still wearing the faded quotes of summer. So once again, before I wickedly erase the treasured collection of wit and wisdom collected thereon, I shall document all of it here. I will even toss in, for free, a few bonus quotes from the banter presently flying through the air in my kitchen even as I type:
"Feed the eggs that hatch; eat the ones that don't."
(Matt Bell's brilliant attempt to create a proverbial saying.)
"Schooling is a hand-me-down thing."
(Justin, reflecting deeply on the nature of education.)
"Oh, go fly a kite. And don't try to tie the kite to Aristotle."
(Claire's benevolent advice for a brainy but chronically uptight acquaintance. Might be my favorite Claire-ism ever.)
"The arts are not meant to be efficient. Take dancing, for instance. Not a very good way to get from point A to point B. It's rather like... fictional walking."
(Dr. Turner, Caitlin's Rather Important literature professor; quite the erudite Englishman.)
"I once tried to quit Diet Coke by eating... cold turkey."
(Dear, dear Lara, who is sometimes a little confused. Bless her heart.)
"I'd rather be a zephyr than a dune."
(Justin. Honestly, I have no idea. But I'm afraid it means something.)
"I wish I could remember who I jumped in front of that bus for."
(Claire again. Don't worry; it was a dream.)
"Uhh, why did I put the brownie batter in the oven? It was a bad choice."
(Claire, fighting Hayden for the beaters.)
And here's Justin making up a song while waiting for Claire's brownies to cook:
"I dream of facts coming from a factory. I dream of deer eating Venice. I dream of little people having spa treatments in a glass of water. I dream of rainbows having ants marching on them. I dream of lions having colds. I dream of pumas having a hoedown with impalas. I dream of Pink Panther actually knowing a language..."
And so on.
Now we start again, with a clean slate, as they say. And a pan of half-baked brownie batter.