From the lovely and very interesting Laughingwolf, at Paws and Reflect, I received this lemonade stand. Hmmm… what to do with it?
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I must say I discarded right away that famous quote about what to do when life gives you lemonade.
I found others, more… juicy.
“For mad scientists who keep brains in jars, here's a tip: why not add a slice of lemon to each jar, for freshness?”
“If life deals you lemons, why not go kill someone with the lemons (maybe by shoving them down his throat).”
Both of the above are quotes of Jack Handy, American writer and cast member of Saturday Night Live from 1991-2003, famous for his Deep Thoughts comedy sketches.
Or these, by anonyms:
“50 lemons are a burden for 1 person, but they are treasures for 50 people”
“When life sucks and hands you lemons, I say beat the crap out of it and demand some Florida oranges as well.”
“If life gives you a bowl of lemons, go find an annoying guy with paper cuts”
“When life hands you lemons - break out the tequila and salt”
What I could do, is this: I could hypnotise you – at least those of you who have already been touched by the first nip of winter, for those who live in warmer place don’t need the suggestion – and transport you into a scorching summer day…
Like, for example, the one when I stepped among the ruins of Pompeii, at the feet of the Vesuvius.
End of July in Italy could be utterly demanding weather wise. That morning, before I entered the archaeological site, one thing stood out for me with utmost importance: the citrus stand where – for three euros, which was quite a lot – you could get a big glass of squeezed-before-your-eyes orange and lemon juice. They had lemons big as oranges and oranges big as cantaloupes. Suffice it to say that the thought of those exquisite citruses inspired and sustained my journey through lives lost to ashes and perfectly preserved by them – what an irony – on the hot stones of the past, under the omnipresent white sun. And when I finally had my glass, it was indeed perfect.
If I hypnotise you well, you too will crave an icy glass of lemonade…
This is what I dream (hope, would like) to offer to anybody who wants to stop by my lemonade stand… Please come, the lemonade is free and you are more than welcome!
And now, to pass it on, I choose all the people on my blogroll. Ha! If you’re there, you’re tagged! Because if I love to read your blogs, I would certainly love your lemonade…