tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post4534020720408569815..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: spectacles, smells, endAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-88991154529196561262011-06-28T21:36:51.872+01:002011-06-28T21:36:51.872+01:00Mole catchers of yore would sell the real mole ski...Mole catchers of yore would sell the real mole skins to lead workers; it was the best material to stave off the inevitable progress of lead poisoning, while being fine enough to make gloves from.<br /><br />I don't know how I know this, or even if it is true...Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-50969698471252812412011-06-28T18:45:21.840+01:002011-06-28T18:45:21.840+01:00BB You are right to scoff a little and gently at M...BB You are right to scoff a little and gently at Moleskin notebooks. Pretentious and oversubscribed they may be, but me, I like them, and have used them for long enough not to be embarrassed by them. Lapidary is a word hard to resist even though it is I fancy originally intended to describe a style of language suitable to be carved on tombstones.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-9811353240888403052011-06-28T13:12:01.871+01:002011-06-28T13:12:01.871+01:00I was attracted by Moleskins (Capital or not? I on...I was attracted by Moleskins (Capital or not? I once had some moleskin trousers and they could have led to confusion.) but I decided in typical West Riding fashion they were too expensive. Perhaps they were when compared with a school exercise book, but the cost is forgotten in the face of a collected pile of them. The expense, as it were, honours the effort. Perhaps I shall buy one and allow it to tempt me. I'd worry about my prose becoming lapidary, not that you appear to have succumbed to that failing.<br /><br />Lapidary: that's a pretty silly adjective away from the trade that spawned it. In fact silliness is what I have in mind when I employ it. But does everyone realise this?Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-54762875603998049062011-06-28T09:12:56.825+01:002011-06-28T09:12:56.825+01:00Good to hear from you Martha. I have been thinking...Good to hear from you Martha. I have been thinking of you and wondering what is happening in your neck of the woods, in the absence of a post from The Crow, since May 28.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-62158414920664350692011-06-27T18:04:29.287+01:002011-06-27T18:04:29.287+01:00We have a Farmers Market here in town, open on Sat...We have a Farmers Market here in town, open on Saturdays. There are a few food stalls among the mostly fruit and vegetable stands. I love walking into the building. The pretzel lady makes pretzel-dough encased sausage links for the early shoppers, and there is a coffee bean merchant who has three of four different coffees brewing, just around the corner from the pretzel stand. The aromas there have the same effect on me as your shops and cafes do on you.The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.com