"As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that men were sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing.
"What has happened?" the Scarecrow asked a sad-looking man with a bushy beard, who wore an apron and was wheeling a baby-carriage along the sidewalk.
"Why, we've had a revolution, your Majesty -- as you ought to know very well," replied the man; "and since you went away the women have been running things to suit themselves. I'm glad you have decided to come back and restore order, for doing housework and minding the children is wearing out the strength of every man in the Emerald City."
"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "If it is such hard work as you say, how did the women manage it so easily?"
"I really do not know," replied the man, with a deep sigh. "Perhaps the women are made of cast-iron.""
- L. Frank Baum, "The Land of Oz"
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Dateline: Moot, Jared's parents' patio.
We're not sure if this is really our tenth anniversary of Mooting, but we're going to say it is.
The steaks have been grilled and eaten, veggies have been cooked and eaten, and Blo has eaten his salad (we had to convene a council to determine if "salad" is truly Moot-food. In the end, after a close vote, we allowed it).
We are now engaged in conversation. Jared's holding forth.
Moot rules.
Have a great time, guys! Make sure Bird has a shot of coffee before he leaves. I don't want him falling asleep at the wheel. :-)