It’s been awhile since I posted a collection of odd things, not because I haven’t noticed any, but other stuff had higher priorities. Lots of occasions have been cancelled or reformatted lately, and I have been recovering slowly from a traumatic event in my personal life. So, a combination of horrendous public and private circumstances have conspired to slow the content generation of Catillation. I have missed writing, but I will try to be better soon. I have a backlog I’d like to reduce.
These things popped up within days of each other, and with suspicious proximity, as well. So here they are:
The Perversion of a Perfectly Legitimate Citrus Fruit
Here’s a fine display of Buddha’s Hand Citron in the Olney Harris Teeter. I sometimes yield to temptation and indulge in one of these seasonal oddities, even though they are relatively expensive. My last experiment with one resulted in a small amount of mediocre candied peel and a kitchen that needed more cleaning than I had expended in the previous month. It might have been more successful if I hadn’t waited so long it use it, after I had spent a week or so admiring it on my table! I mean, they are truly weird, no getting around it.
As I contemplated buying another one, I turned over the tag attached to one. AIEEE!! I had been handling, not a fruit, but GOBLIN FINGERS!!!
Now if this was a tie-in to Hallowe’en, it was a little late – and I can hardly see these replacing pumpkins as the Official Hallowe’en Vegetation. An example of egregious over-marketing, IMHO.
The Great Pumpkin Mystery of Sandy Spring
And speaking of pumpkins, these appeared, out of nowhere, in front of Sherwood High School and disappeared in the same manner the next day. No context. No clues. No sign: “Please look after these gourds.”
If anyone has any information about this situation, please leave a comment!
Victims of the War on Christmas
The last odd thing has actually been proliferating for some time, and creates more fields of carnage each year. Poor deflated corpses lie strewn across the lawns of the suburbs during the hours of daylight, only to spring up, revived, at dusk. I attribute this phenomenon to the ever-expanding Christmas season colliding with Hallowe’en and creating a race of vampire Santas and snowmen. They wither in daylight and are revitalized by the light of the moon.
Or are the homeowners just trying to economize on running the air compressors?
