“Well, Art is Art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know.“
- Groucho Marx.
Esme's Cloud 
What I know is that it is impossible to buy cranberry juice without sugar so I can safely state I have never had them. And should one really be comparing cranberries, prunes and rhubarb? Should we throw in apples and pears? And the rest of the orchard?
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sends roughseas to the naughty step to think about what she did here today.
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gives silent Margaret Dumont askance look
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I don’t know too much, but I know if you stand looking west, east is west of you and if you stand looking east, west is east of you 😉
waves
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“I don’t know too much” – You are a very sharp cookie mak, bright as a button, nay brighter from what I’ve read. And you are absolutely right here, once again. waves back at him smiling.
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Bright is because of the lotion I use. You would not see me in the dark.
Good day
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You’d make an excellent ninja then. Just like me.
Good day sir.
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That’s interesting. We would make excellent ninjas
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There comes a geographic somewhat vague line where “east” becomes “west.” It is something mystical if not existential. Or is that “west” becomes “east?” The two notions can be easily confused…
I don’t care for prunes or rhubarb. Ucky!
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I agree, it’s a curious idea, where the one begins and the other ends, or if they waver and tango up and down perhaps.
Prunes and rhubarb are considered punishments for the wicked to my people. nods
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angst, angst… hahahaha 😀
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