Malott is French

It used to be Malotte, but I believe the "e" was dropped during the Great Ink Shortage of 1839, which also gave rise to the word "OK," a brief ban on Polish immigrants, and the phrase "brevity is the soul of wit." It was a tough time for pen pals and even prompted a government study involving a bodily function and snow, which manners preclude me from describing here.

You can always tell when it's a slow news week, or when the news is just too depressing to keep knocking around amongst your friends. Finding something interesting to write about is hard, (arduous, as we say in Greentown) especially for a lazy descendant of French immigrants who would rather be rioting or surrendering to someone. By the way, my first American ancestor came over with Lafayette to bravely fight in our Great Revolution. (I know this for a fact because my family hired an ancestry tracing company whose motto was, We'll tell you anything to get your money!)

My heart turns to gardening this time of year. I've already got plenty-o-peas in the ground and just completed the arduous task of planting my potato sets last evening. Am I tired? Oui! But hard work in the garden always causes me to drop a few pounds, which is important after a winter of eating all those crepes in heavy cream sauces.

But I tip my beret to Janice, AICS, Bryan, Peter, Christina, and of course the beloved SkyePuppy, just to mention a few of my haunts, who never seem to be at a loss for an issue and a well-turned phrase. And I must not forget Andrew, whose comments are always much longer than the post he is commenting on, but is always interesting, and a pleasure to read... and read... and read. Andrew displays amazing insight, for an uneducated and unemployed loom technician from Terre Haute.

With spring, I will do less blogging, more gardening, and more reading outside in my hammock. Perhaps I'll watch a Maurice Chevalier film. (pronounced feelm) On humid summer nights I will play my accordion on the patio. And as the sweet haunting melodies fill the night, and I hear the unmistakable sound of windows slamming shut all over the neighborhood... I will smile.

I am French. My name is Malott(e). And obviously, I'll post most anything.

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