On Sunday, May 21, 2017, something happened that a whole bunch of us weirdos have been waiting 25 years to happen. Twin Peaks came back on the air. Naturally, this divine occurrence occupied our entire day, as I donned Audrey Plaid and we immersed ourselves in damn fine coffee and cherry pie and went about our business viewing the world through David-Lynch-colored glasses. I share here my Facebook activity that day, for the amusement of all.
We’re going to a nearby diner for a late breakfast. I’ll report on the quality later. I hope they have pie, and as long as they give me a damn fine cup of coffee, the report should be a good one. After that, I have to visit the local grocery. I am laying in supplies to make steak logs and creamed corn casserole. Please send me the new case file. I plan to wrap up the old ones and will need the new one in hand by 8:00 p.m. tonight. Gotta go, traffic is terrible.
The coffee is bottomless here. All is well.
If you ever get out this way, may I recommend Dot’s Diner on Jefferson Highway. Great food and an endless stream of black joe, reasonably priced.
Somewhere between 12:33 and 4:06 p.m…
We went to lay in supplies, and ran smack into Harold Smith’s orchid house. 0_o
Hm. My left hand has a different tone to it than my right, when I snap my fingers. I’ve never noticed that before.
The creamed corn casserole came out just fine. Thank you for the recipe. I will wait for the 8:00pm delivery of the new case file and, in the meantime, sit on the front porch of my lodge and take in some nature. I was told by a local that the tree out front is a Bald Cyprus. Ahhh…Baaaald Cyprusss. Remind me to look into some real estate in the near future.
Do you see creamed corn in this bowl?!
Your file just arrived, thank you. I still plan to view it at 8:00pm as my instinct tells me. In the meantime, I’m reviewing the old Teresa Banks file and I have to say, the picture is now much more clear.
This must be where pies go when they die
Just as I remembered, the Teresa Banks file is not for the faint of heart. I can never get through that one with a dry eye. Nevertheless, through an ancient Tibetan meditation technique I’ve realized this new file will give us many new insights that I look forward to discovering. So as the Man From Another Place always says…
The file you sent has given me a lot to think about. Fortunately, the Norwegians upstairs have quit singing and I won’t be in need of those earplugs. Just me and the rain and the silence in which to think. I hope some answers come to me in a dream. Good night.
I went to bed not yet knowing what to think. After now viewing Eps. 3 & 4, I’m hooked. I am, however, refraining from discussion here for the time being, to avoid spoilers and let folks get themselves in there first. Counting down to next Sunday, need more!!!!