But a recent Google exploration reveals that aubergine is also one of the names of the plant I know as eggplant. Who knew? Wikipedia has lots of interesting information about this plant. In addition to eggplant and aubergine, it is known in various parts of the world as brinjal eggplant, melongene, brinjal or guinea squash. Solanum melongena is the botanical name. This information fascinates me.
For quite a while now I've wanted to get a purple PT Cruiser in order to call it The Eggplant, because that's what a purple PT Cruiser looks like to me.
Now, however, I want a PT Cruiser of this color in order to name her "Aubergine." I like that better.
And now, a bit about Spontaneous Generation. Do you remember learning about this in school, probably science class? Seems none other than Aristotle held this theory that some living things can come from inanimate stuff. My personal favorite example is that old rags and corn kernels can create mice. For the morbid among us: dead flesh gives rise to maggots.
I bring this up because we have in our house an unexpected congregation of flies. Houseflies, specifically. They've been flying around the kitchen window and the window in my office. My office is in what would be the formal dining room if this house were used as intended by the mid-20th century architects, and is adjacent to the kitchen. My office is on the east side, the kitchen on the west side of the house. Both windows are unobstructed and I think the flies suppose they can escape by heading toward the light. If I were to construct a spider web in the doorway between the two rooms I could probably catch them all. We don't know where the flies are coming from, or how they are getting into the house. Hence spontaneous generation.
These are the thoughts in my head that I've been eager to share with you. There are other things I feel I need to report on, such as the situation with Diva (she's been calmer, less likely to need law enforcement intervention since school started three weeks ago), our vehicle situation since I wrecked the car (haven't gotten another one, we're having my old truck fixed so I can use that for now), and I'm not sure what else. I still haven't even downloaded the pictures from my camera, the ones I took when I was on my adventure that eventually lead to me wrecking the car. I have pictures of the wreck (it's badly crinkled on the front driver's side), and pictures from the state park where I stayed in West Virginia. I was there a couple of weeks after that strange extreme storm that raked through from the Ohio Valley to the East Coast back in late June. The tree damage was amazing. I took pictures. Got a couple of shots of Sproing on the back of his Uncle M's motorcycle while we were still in Florida. All of that is still on my phone. I keep meaning to write up some details on my summertime drama with pictures, but I get distracted. I blame FaceBork. And my ADD.
Interesting factoid about the wrecked Aveo. I broke the transmission. Wish I could have seen it. It was discovered when those-people-who-do-these-things got the car to the dealership and up on the rack. I think that was the clincher that totaled the car. With all the body damage, the fools were saying they may repair it. That was before they got a good look at the underside. Also, it had way more miles on the odometer than they expected. I like to drive. The car is five years old and had 119K miles on it. I've been from Florida to Vermont in that thing, and not all in one trip. Back and forth from South Carolina to western Pennsylvania a few times. Four, maybe six? Not five, because that would leave me in Pennsylvania when I am obviously (to me) in South Carolina. Trust me.
Speaking of South Carolina, our weather has thankfully moderated. It is no longer beastly hot. Highs this week have been in the mid 80s (high 20s for the rest of the world) and our humidity is reasonable. I HATE walking out the door and into a blast furnace/sauna combo. It's still too warm for me (for me, mind you) to turn off the air conditioner. Ten degrees cooler and I'll open the windows.