tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post114844394740368607..comments2024-03-28T02:36:55.037-04:00Comments on Brooklyn Arden: The Happy List, Part VII: Seventh HeavenCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05972029478350879112noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148611843819609812006-05-25T22:50:00.000-04:002006-05-25T22:50:00.000-04:00Did you go inside the Edinburgh Castle? The things...Did you go inside the Edinburgh Castle? The things I remember most about it were the creepy dungeon and the birthing chair of Mary, Queen of Scots. Both looked torturous.<BR/><BR/>While in Edinburgh did you taste Turkish Delight? I had always thought it a figment of C.S. Lewis' imagination, but it was bountiful as BubbleYum and Butterfingers over there. I failed to see the enchanting qualities of rose flavored gel, but enjoyed the novelty... <BR/><BR/>I missed the torchlight boat burning thingy. Sounds toasty.<BR/><BR/>Christy LenziAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148568623265430462006-05-25T10:50:00.000-04:002006-05-25T10:50:00.000-04:00I can't hit the high notes, but I sing along to "S...I can't hit the high notes, but I sing along to "Soon, Now, Later" from "A Little Night Music" in my car. It makes me smile, and "Every Day a Little Death," always flips something inside me. Wistful and lovely. Thank you, Mr. Sondheim.Alison Ashley Formentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00561233370577996025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148531715426624302006-05-25T00:35:00.000-04:002006-05-25T00:35:00.000-04:00The torchlight procession that prompted the list e...The torchlight procession that prompted the list entry was the Hogmanay parade from Edinburgh Castle to Calton Hill on December 29, 2005. A group of men dressed as Vikings hauled a ship along in front of us, which they burned with great joy at the crest of Calton Hill, while Katy and I handed our joint torch (a flaming roll of wax-dipped cardboard, very effective for the purpose) back and forth, stamped our feet to keep them warm, and shouted "Up-helly-a!" It was an excellent time, even without traditional Scottish warming beverages. :-)Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05972029478350879112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148523558326431992006-05-24T22:19:00.000-04:002006-05-24T22:19:00.000-04:00I like the floodplain those loess hills are edging...I like the floodplain those loess hills are edging, said the river rat.<BR/><BR/>When you send the laundry basket down the stairs, is it full or empty? I'd rather do let it slide than carry a full basket downstairs. Let the dang thing carry itself.Melinda R. Cordellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02924404257237523106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148512758721365842006-05-24T19:19:00.000-04:002006-05-24T19:19:00.000-04:00I really like the enthusiasm of gmail as well.I really like the enthusiasm of gmail as well.firstratekatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08765755291135745325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148511254611679242006-05-24T18:54:00.000-04:002006-05-24T18:54:00.000-04:00I always find it interesting how one written phras...I always find it interesting how one written phrase is interpreted by many. When I read “torchlight procession”, my vision was not of Frankenstein, but rather the annual Christmas Eve torchlight procession/parade at the Big Mountain Ski Resort in Whitefish, Montana. It goes like this…<BR/>It is Christmas Eve, around 6 p.m. The snowcapped Big Mountain is faintly lit by a zillion stars. Santa and Mrs. Claus arrive at the top of Big Mountain, dressed in their best red and whites. A few dozen interested and able skiers are then given a torch, lit by Santa. After he shouts a few encouraging, “HO! HO! Hos”, Santa leads the skiers down the mountain. <BR/>At the base of the mountain, Christmas carols blare. It is packed with anxious kids and tired parents, still donning their skiwear. To them the torchlight procession looks like a fiery ribbon, snaking down the mountain. And when Santa finally arrives, there are loud cheers and singing. After hot chocolate and cookies, Santa and Mrs. Claus jump into a helicopter, decorated with Christmas lights and fly through the sky. <BR/>The evening continues with a candlelight carol service at the church on the corner.<BR/>[By the way… this is one of my favourite things!]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148495919959427412006-05-24T14:38:00.000-04:002006-05-24T14:38:00.000-04:00Good list! I must say, I'm glad I'm not the only o...Good list! I must say, I'm glad I'm not the only one who likes Mac 'n Cheese from the box. I was a closet eater, but no more! I will no longer claim to be purchasing the boxed delight for my children. NO! I will join the ranks of the Mac 'n Cheese eaters and proudly proclaim, "This box is for me!" :-DjustJoanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10377292351547511489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-1148479323603638412006-05-24T10:02:00.000-04:002006-05-24T10:02:00.000-04:00re: Pizza: Make sure to try Grimaldi's and Arturo'...re: Pizza: Make sure to try Grimaldi's and Arturo's before you make any snap judgements :).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com