Monday, January 12th, 2015

rolanni: (Carousel Seas)
Someone downbelow asked what the Mencken Table is.  And, since LiveJournal in its Infinite Wisdom, does not allow me to put a picture in a reply, I'm bringing the reply up to the top.

This question comes up enough that I should probably make a FAQ.  For now, however, THIS is the Mencken Table, as it appears today, without the  piles of paper, books and DVDs that usually adorn it:

Mencken Table Jan 12 2015



Once upon a time, the Mencken Table belonged to the Bard of Baltimore, HL Mencken, part of a matched set in his reading room.  As had been the fashion in the day, in order to make the wood shiny, it would be periodically shellacked.  This is an important plot point.

When HL Mencken died, he left his house, and all its contents, to the University of Maryland at Baltimore (also known as the University of Maryland Professional Schools), which was a near neighbor.  The Law School laid claim to it, naturally enough, but the Chancellor decreed that Straws Should Be Drawn, and, before the Straws were Drawn, the deans of the various professional schools ought to inspect the house, to see if it would be of use to them.

This happened over the course of. . .a while, and a lot of the Cooler Stuff that had been in the House started showing up the various offices and reception areas of the Deans and the Chancellor.

The Dean of the School of Social Work, where I was Administrative Assistant to the Dean, had one of the two reading room tables in the reception area, and a model of a Baltimore Schooner in the Dean's Office.  There may have been other things, I was hired after the House had been emptied, and the Law School had had it for a while, and had decided that it didn't want the upkeep and generously "gave" it to the School of Social Work.

In any case, the Table became a plant table in the reception area, and, as often happens with plant tables, sometimes got wet, and the shellack started to peel and by the time the new Dean came it, it was a Sight, and she ordered it Removed.

I. . .was fond of the Table, and asked if I could have it.  This prompted a discussion of what sorts of things it was all right for employees to be given from the University inventory, and it was determined that I could have the table IF it wasn't in inventory.

Well, of course it wasn't in inventory, it had been looted from the Mencken House, and no one had ever bothered to record or tag it. Therefore, according to the University, the Table did not exist, and I could take it home.

Which I did.  I also refinished it; my first refinishing project, which you can tell by looking at it.  I really ought to get it taken care of by a pro, but. . .it's been more than 30 years and I haven't gotten around to it yet.

So -- that's what the Mencken Table is.
rolanni: (Mozart)

So, this morning, we got up early so I could make an appointment to get Mozart in to see the vet.  He'd started sneezing, explosively, in addition to becoming increasingly unsteady on his feet.  We got an appointment for 2:30.

Then, I called my doctor, and nailed an 11:30 appointment, from which I emerged with a second order for antibiotics, since the first run did not completely drive a stake through the heart of the sinus infection.

In between my appointment and Mozart's, Steve and I got the prescription (partially) filled, did some lightning grocery shopping, and had leftover meat loaf and mashed potatoes for lunch.

Mozart. . .has lost three pounds since the last time the vet saw him.  The good news is that the sneezing isn't a respiratory infection, but seems more related to the dry winter air that makes everybody sneeze.  He was given a tablet to increase his appetite, and we were given a talk about old cats who are on the downward slope of their lives.  We are to observe his appetite and his mobility and give the vet a call on Thursday.

I should mention that these multiple trips to town were made in a really nasty little snowstorm that the weatherbeans wouldn't even admit was happening, and that Steve is a Hero of the Revolution, for doing all the driving.

That being all the news that's fit to print -- except that Mozart has come into my office to yell at me because the pill made him hungry -- I'm going to -- feed Mozart, obviously, and do the dishes.

Hope everybody's well and happy.

January 2026

S M T W T F S
     1 2 3
4 5678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Most Popular Tags

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags