For some reason I thought today was Thursday. I’m not really sure why. I mean, I’m not in school anymore, so the days do tend to blur together. But I woke up this morning convinced it was Thursday. Which brought up the question in my mind of what happened to Wednesday (or Tuesday) because I seemed to have missed a day. But Thursday it was, or so I thought, and nothing could be done about my memory. Actually, I woke up this morning at 6 am with a splitting headache. Well, to say I woke up would imply that I…
“You wanna go see Mo?” he asked me while talking on the phone. “What? Mo? Sure!” I hadn’t seen Mo in forever, ever since he moved up to Detroit. “You know Mo, right?” Dick asked when he got off the phone. Did I know him? I would have become his 11th wife, had I agreed. “Well, don’t mention that. He’s married now,” Dick laughed. I’d coached Moteb (the Saudi Arabian otherwise known as H-T on the boards) on history in return for breadsticks purchased from the snack shop until he left to get married and transfer to another college. Before…
I washed my hair today. Which was good because it had been about a week since the last time I did. It doesn’t get as icky after that amount of time in the arid climate of Colorado, but by the time I returned to the South, it was obviously past its time. Because of this, my hair was down when I went to school to return a book to the library. Instead of getting my grades, I got a little card in the mail saying I had a problem with the library. I called them this afternoon when I got…
I have nothing against flies per se. I mean, I’m sure they serve some useful purpose in nature. Like climbing all over food that’s been left out while regurgitating onto whatever they’re eating part of their last meal, which many times consists of garbage or dung. But I harbor these swift insects no ill will in general, provided they’re not harassing me with constant buzzing or biting me or my animals. So long as they stay out of sight and sound, they are safe from my vengeance. But woe be it to the tiny flying animal I find within my…
I made supper tonight. Mostly. Michele made meatballs out of elk meat and then gave me directions for broiling them while she disappeared out the door to go lifeguarding. When they were brown (approaching carbonized stage), I dumped them into a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove and boiled a bunch of flat noodles. I also slit a loaf of french bread in half lengthwise and spread it with a mixture of mayonaise, olive oil, parmassian cheese, and garlic powder. That invisible pause was me taking the second apple pie out of the oven. Now I’m tired. Cooking (and…