Oh, and after two weeks of spectacular adventures/failures in cooking low-fat turkey-spinach meatballs (1. An ill-fitting lid got vacuum sealed by sauce to the pan, thus forcing me to dent the lid – it took some doing – to liberate the meatball goodness inside, 2. The dreaded wooden spoon incident in which spoon bits were pureed into the mix by the blender, 3. Ground turkey from Perdue – that stuff is DISGUSTING), I finally achieved sweet, tasty, delicious success.
Note: Cooking is hard to do when you are so hungry your hands don’t work. Maybe next time I won’t jog three miles and do weight training before I start.
“Why do women get all the delicious calcium supplements?”
Well, I attempted to help teach the kids on Saturday. Luckily Lou was there; he loves kids and is very good with them. The 4-year-olds are very cute. I worry about C. because he seems so sad, but it may simply be that he has a mournful looking face and is actually not unhappy at all. Little J. built an imaginary “cotton candy ride” out of kicking pads and a small punching bag. So cute, but so shrill.
Afterward we went to NJ to celebrate the 3rd year anniversary of the school branch there. More shrill children, and some tasty vegetable sandwiches. We ended up at Steve and Jamie’s house, where they fed us a lot of very good wine. OK, I admit I know nothing about wine, but I had about ten glasses of something that I liked very much. It tasted buttery somehow.
Jamie and Steve have a closet that is bigger than any room I’ve ever had, and an amazing steam shower. Also a claw-foot bathtub.
The ride back home was excruciatingly tense, what with J. crashing the ride. Because he was there, K. was out of sorts and enforced an “it’s my car and there will be no talking” rule. The rest of us were fine with this, but of course it agitated J. no end. By the time K. stopped to get gas, J. was cursing her out behind her back, and M. left the car to be sick.
Retribution will surely strike for this. I wonder when, and to whom, and in what shape.
There are mostly great waves.
A vague impression
Of unfathomable weight
And weak things
Heart and mind
And chattering bone
I can almost hear them.
My usual subway line has been discontinued for the next 9 months, and there are something like 500,000 ex A/C-ers clogging up the alternate lines. Trying to leave a subway station has become a slow and difficult affair, not so much irritating as scary.
I know the fires were probably started by a single homeless guy trying to keep warm, but something in me fears we are being herded into an ever narrowing supply of routes so that we can be more easily wiped out later.
So, am I paranoid? Am I???
Person A: Another carnal cult?
Me: Dude! They just keep coming!