I’ve seen this around for a while, and even though no one’s tagged me (yet), I’m having such fun with the book I’m reading (thanks, Bo!!) that I wanted to participate.
Here are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people & post a comment here once you post it to your blog, so I can come see. I’m going to skip the tagging part (Freudian slip there – I almost wrote “gagging”), but if you decide to play along, do let me know so I can come and read your answers.
I’m reading Three Men in a Boat (to Say Nothing of the Dog) by Jerome K. Jerome. In my edition, the sixth through eighth sentences on page 123 are as follows:
We thought it strange and unaccountable that a stuffed trout should break up into little pieces like that.
And so it would have been strange and unaccountable, if it had been a stuffed trout, but it was not.
That trout was plaster-of-Paris.
I can’t recommend this book highly enough….
Fun meme… I think I’ll give this one a try soon.
I’m reading “Slaughterhouse: The Shocking Story of Greed, Neglect, and Inhumane Treatment Inside the US Meat Industry” by Gail A Eisnitz.
p.123, an exerpt:
“And then the next beef he hits, it’ll knock it down,”White added, “but it don’t do it as good as it’s supposed to. The gun’s old, and worn, and leaks. And they turn the air pressure down.”
“Plus you have to knock them in the right spot,” Margie said. “Not in the eye. Not in the ear.”
White circled a small point in the center of his forehead with his fingers. “Right there, that’s the whole area. Just that far off in any direction and that beef ain’t stunned properly. Then you might have to knock it four or five times, and then you got problems.”
I’m reading “Three Men in a Boat” and laughing at every turn. The BEW is laughing at my reading aloud but wants it to continue. Bedtime reading it is!.
In answer to your note for Auntie, wish you could each share this with my MOm, she would love to adopt you.
This was my day.
Sorry about the folks being so not there for you. It’s a joy missed on many levels. Yours, and theirs, sorry, that.
I spent the day with my Mom, she does not need the hand surgery she was considering, thank you so much. We also cruised the old neighborhood where they had a house and I grew up, cruised past the next house they had where Dad died, stopped at the local farm market, Mom bought lots of good things, I bought sugar cookies for my BEW, and the sent Mom home with some new fuzzy slippers I bought for her in Florida, and some frozen chicken tetrazzini and some frozen mac and cheese.
If you all want to adopt her as a pseudo Mom, she is of rare quality and a huge mid-western heart. And her sense of humor is large. Her adopted kids network is huge, you’ll fit right in. The local fourth of July fireworks are totally above her house. Not a better view from anywhere, the food is great and the bathroom is clean. Make your reservations now. DO I hear 10 dollar?, 10 dollar, 10 dollar, can we make it 20? 20 dollar, sold! It’s not like that at all. But she would love the joke. Oh, and you’d have to put up with my brother. Sad for you.
My family, we put the fun in disfunction, and you are all welcome to jump on the bus.
Oooh, this looks fun. I’ll have to get a book, the only handy book is the dictionary.
I should be up by half-six.
You’ve mentioned 3 Men in a Boat before… so I ordered it.