Thursday, March 12, 2009

Smooth Hiking

(Thanks for making me Miss Congeniality for a day. You guys really stretched it to the utmost limit.)





So, I was at botany class today, still working on my Huntington Docent merit badge. Why, I remember the first class, way back in October, when the instructor passed out a list of Docent perks. I turned to the woman next to me and chirped, "I don't believe it. We get free admission and a discount on coffee! This is ah-may-zing!"

Mrs. X gave me a truly puzzled look. Turns out she lives in one of the mansions nearby and is a major Huntington donor. She clearly wondered what I meant by discount coffee -- a good price on a plantation perhaps?



In this class, I'm the little match girl (older version). I'm the only one who is independently poor. But the other students are all so nice, and not a bit stuck-up. If anyone is a tad insufferable, it's me. For some reason, I know the botanical names of hundreds of plants, and for some reason, feel compelled to let everyone know it. "Sweet olive? Oh, of course you mean Osmanthus Fragrans." I even corrected one of the curators on the pronunciation of "Michelia." It just leapt out of my mouth, like a toad.

No real point here, except: Sometimes I'm treated rather rudely. Like at Rite-Aid or the DMV. And sometimes I'm given undeserved latitude. And lunch.

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  1. I think I'll leave my comment of your previous post.

    Is the free coffee, instant?

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  2. Love the post, poor little, but older, insufferable match girl. What a great image that conjures! As well as independently poor. Aristocracy in exile, I say.

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  3. I feel like I suffer from the same malady. Out come the words. Unbeckoned. Every time. And where did you learn all those plant names anyway?

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  4. "I washed me 'ands and fyce before ay cyme."

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  5. I love that second picture. I used to pretend those rectangles of concrete were hop scotch squares when I took elementary school students on tours. I'd start hopping and my giddy followers would all start hopping behind me.

    I know what you mean about being "independently poor." When I volunteered with the Huntington's cookbook committee years ago, I was surrounded by women who lived in the nearby estate homes. Couldn't have asked for a nicer bunch of ladies though. And, of course, they were all masters in the kitchen. I felt like I was their little "project."

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  6. Yup, I thought when I started blogging I would run out of inappropriate things to say in person because I would have done my worst with people who couldn't physically reach me. You'll probably get payback when you start giving tours - there's always one in every crowd.

    I have "My Fair Lady" in my vintage VHS collection. I love every single thing about that movie 'cept Freddie. He's got to go.

    My word is ticardic. My heart feels kinda funny.

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  7. PJ is so right about getting your comeuppance when you start giving tours. There always is one know-it-all in every group. It's a rule.

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  8. Oh I am sooo with you on this one. Every class or workshop etc I have ever been in I always have a little talk with myself before I go. I promise myself I will sit back and let other people ask the questions and make the comments. Yeah right. I march right up to the front row and my hand's up before they ever get started. I have absolutely no control over my mouth. I try so hard but I have so much that needs to be said!! Oh if only I could be in your first tour group! Tee hee!

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  9. I can just see myself getting into it with another knowitall like me. And how irritated I will be! could you all come on my first tour? It would be such a bloody hoot, hair and hats flying everywhere.

    You hate Freddy PJ? I'm Freddy. I have often walked on this prensel before...

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  10. KB, you'll always be Eliza to me.

    It occurs to me that you'll have a docent's dress code...possibly even a name tag...

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  11. Congrats KB on reaching the big 70! You're just getting better as time goes on.

    (R U de 1st loco blogger 2 reach that number?)

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  12. Good lord you big goof, we were half of the 70. But it was funny. ANYWAY, check out Margaret; let's see some more tombstones. MG, ow are oo?

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  13. My word is native!

    I love this post. I have always identified with the little match girl. And the one who dances with those damned red shoes, too.

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  14. Yeah, you're right about my comments, kB. It looks like I broke a record too. I usually control myself to 1 per post. Your last positng must've smelled like food to my big, long nose. So, I had 2 come back for 2nd', 3rd's, etc., in your all you can eat, uh comment, blog.

    There can be no other explanation.

    btw, it's good to come AFTER Laurie for once!

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  15. Oh rubbish! How can a respectable lady have a decent tea if they close their tearoom by 3:30?

    It's not tea, that's lunch. I am simply too horrified to comment any further on this subject. I shall be in the attic scanning my bug books.

    Mademoiselle Gramophone apparently cannot be disturbed or is vetty disturbed, as the case may be.
    She is talking to a record at the moment, something artford, ereford, and ampshire something something urricanes ardly appen.... oh dear me dear me.

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  16. I seem to suffer from the same disease: Know-it-all-itis with a Turrett's delivery.

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