Day 109 More Dead Animal Sagas Tues Oct 29

Day 109 Tues Oct 29 Zoe Cant Stop Talkin

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Man, does that dana got some stories up her sleeve or what?

She was tellin us about poor spungo, her dad, aka frank. 

In case ya dint notice in advance, All them italians comes with two names. 

So spungo had to endure the holidays at the greek relatives houses on accounta his wife known only as dorothea (but in greek it means...gift of god) pretty much ruled the roost. 

I guess with a name like 'gift of god'  you get to make a lot a decisions without consultin anybody else. And accordin to dana that is exactly how it was.

Well they use ta go to that aunt menna’s house for all the holidays on accounta menna was the oldest sister and queen of the family. 
Ole spungo all he really wanted was to quietly watch a ballgame on tv and maybe have a little highball. But as it turned out the tv in menna’s house was in the same tiny little room as the record player. Menna called it the den, but it was more like a closet. 
On the holidays, the greek music is what sets the tone for the days festivities. And the day, as defined by menna, began about 10 am and went on deep into the night. Speakin a disregardin schedules...menna was the queen a that too. Mischa says all the greeks she knows invites you for dinner at a specific time, but whenever you do arrive they have no intention a servin the main meal until round midnight. Maybe they got somethin in common with cootie williams... i aint sure.

Anyways back to spungo, he had to spend all the holidays in that tiny room with the black and white tv turned down real low,  because menna had to hear the radio broadcast of the daily greek program, and then the record player had to go through a tall stack of 33rpms which had come straight from an obscure macedonian village to torture him into the wee hours.

One time, after waitin for an eternity for the hostess to serve up somethin to eat...menna left the house and dint come back for a long time. When she finally did return she had a huge pig on a platter and this was gonna be their dinner. It was apparently just recently walking on the earth, and more recently had its life brought to an abrupt end by one a menna’s church buddies. They spent the next 6 hours waitin on the pig to cook in the oven. Egads, I sure am glad mischa dint know them then.

Speakina dead animals...mischa’s friend jennifer wrote yesterday about Ethan Stowell's How to Cook a Wolf on Queen Ann. She said it was a new dining spot in seattle. I mean, people, aint there laws against these things? Where is this animal eatin frenzy gonna end? Dare I ask? 
I remember that guy who walked passed us in san francisco when mischa had me and bean (the pekingese, my husband on accounta whom I am now a widow) on leashes, and the guy turns to mischa real quick, puts his hand up to his mouth to kinda funnel the sound directly into mischa’s ear and says "better hold on to them dogs, they eat them dogs around here!” We was in chinatown at the time, just sayin. But aint there no discretion when it comes to eatin other livin things. 
You got to wonder who it is come up with the expression ‘dog eat dog’. They was projectin as far as I can tell, projectin their own nasty instincts onto us poor unsuspectin canines! 

Cheez Shiva aint they heard about live and let live around here?

Further more,  the way the bipeds talk you would think them vultures was evil incarnate lurkin around like winged vampires waitin to kill little animals, and as it turns out, they don’t kill nothin! How them people get away with all this poor use a their language is a big enigma to me.

Anyways all this talk is workin up an appetite, and I don’t mean for one a my kinfolk either. A nice piece a toast with butter will do....so ....later!