No prognosticator, I!

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Originally posted by Doug Spaulding:
No prognosticator, I!

Very well, then. I shall take on the burden of progmogstication myself.

The original watermelon from which the seed came that was planted in April of this year to produce the watermelon on which I am presently waiting, was harvested on August 22, 2005. That melon was also the size of a chicken egg on its own July 20th. Let history repeat itself once more, I say!

August 22nd it is. What a fine day to celebrate the origin of a metaphor!

MTD

Mog The Dog, you are so fortunate that your melon is tethered to its stem, otherwise it could roll upon you and crush you to smithereens (have you ever seen a smithereen?) and we (the Board Memebrs) would not like to see that (except, perhaps, for the more perverse ones) because you would then post of a photo subsequent to such an accident.

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Originally posted by biplane1:
Mog The Dog, you are so fortunate that your melon is tethered to its stem, otherwise it could roll upon you and crush you to smithereens (have you ever seen a smithereen?) and we (the Board Memebrs) would not like to see that (except, perhaps, for the more perverse ones) because you would then post of a photo subsequent to such an accident.

You know me too well, biplane1. You are a fine man.

MTD

Subsequent is a good word.

OK, I guess August 22nd.

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Originally posted by Doug Spaulding:

OK, I guess August 22nd.

Picked that date right out of the air, did you?

You might say that.

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Originally posted by biplane1:
...and crush you to smithereens (have you ever seen a smithereen?)...

Maybe Smithereens is a place. "Blown to Smithereens" might be a nautical expression, like "blown to Honduras", or "blown to Fort Lauderdale".

Phil, I googled smithereens and found a plethora of information about a smithereens blog, a web site, apparently a singing group, etc., etc. Who would have known?

Oh yes - I enjoy The Smithereens.

Doug, I thought for sure you would acknowledge that plethora is a good word. But, oh no! not a word about it.

Say, seeing that you have mustered out, I tried to eliminate the billet phone number, but, unfortunately, wiped out eveything. Would you email me your phone number at clmi9901@msn.com when you can. Thanks!

I acknowledge it.

Plethora is a GREAT word. How pleasing that there should be a plethora of meanings for smithereens.

Mog the Dog here.

It's eighty years to the day since Bradbury's Bill Forrester ordered up an old fashioned lime-vanilla ice within earshot of Miss Helen Loomis, and I'm sitting here waiting on a watermelon while I wonder whatever happened to those two.

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Three more weeks until harvest day:


By the way, this is what Halloween looks like on the first day of August in this neck-o-the-woods:


MTD

Lime-vanilla is a good word.