Diseasel

When my son was but a wee lad, Thomas the Tank Engine was a regular staple in our house. In one venerable episode, the whole train-yard was up in arms about the imminent arrival of a diesel engine. Thomas mis-heard the news as "diseasel", and immediately jumped to a railway version of Chicken Little, and panic ensued among all the engines.

We no longer watch Thomas regularly in our household, but the term "diseasel" has become etched in our family lexicon; a visit to the Clan McAlpine homestead will reveal that many of our family insider comments and jokes are testimony to the movies that we watch.

"Diseasel" is the term most recently applied to yours truly, as I am (to use the venacular) as sick as a dog. The only redeeming element is that I have retired to my bed with a yellow high-liter and Alan Hirch's The Forgotten Ways.

Health and regular blogging will hopefully resume in the very near future.