On a cold, yet sunny, day in February I could take advantage of the time to straighten up my messy spaces, make lists of things I will accomplish in the next month before spring hits full force, and take a brisk energetic hike around the neighborhood. These are things I could do. I could do them if someone put a gun to my head.
But when I woke up thinking I smelled strawberries and the thought of a moist, tender, cake with just a hint of lemony sweetness got into my head. I knew I was doomed. Doomed from the start. So instead of engaging in a long drawn out conversation with myself about why I should not make and consume cake I gave in. Notice the incredibly thin, almost dietetic, layer of frosting.
And now it's after 2 pm. It's just downright foolishness to try and start any kind of a project at this time on a Saturday afternoon. That leaves only one alternative. A nap. A nap with a cat. A nap with a cat on my bed in the sun. A nap with a cat on my bed in the sun on a yellow blanket.
And when I get up I am going to attempt to make Edamame. I bought a bag at the store last night. I think they will go perfect with the nice bottle of Chardonnay I just popped in the refrigerator. Boil, Salt, Consume. Right? How hard can it be? Have you made them? When I come out next time I will make them. Did you listen to The Car Guys and What do you Know and This American Life today on NPR? You can learn all sorts of things on NPR. Who knew for example that Frank Lloyd Wright was such a strange dude?
Happy Saturday. Please do NOT write and tell me of all your accomplishments over the weekend. Unless they are accomplishments of a spiritual nature … like eating sweet pink cake, knitting, and napping with a cat.
I haven't done a single thing all day except stare into space. Until my reverie was interrupted by dumb and dumber who came to the door to try and get donations to go to college. I tried to stay calm but I couldn't. I even did the count-to-10 thing and breathe forcefully out of each nostril thing you taught me. See, when they left here they went next door and tricked the neighbor's dogs into coming close for petting and then smacked them with their clipboards. I almost jumped through the window and had a throw-down right there. Except for I couldn't fit through the window because of the piece of the best tasting brown derby grapefruit cake I got from Auntie Em's yesterday after work to soothe my ear ache. So I went out on the porch to do make more menacing threatening gestures which the morons seemed to think was funny. Of course I think it was nervous laughter and that they were really afraid of me. When I got back inside and calmed down a little I started wondering why I let you talk me into getting rid of Aunt Ola's shotgun that she gave me. That could come in handy tonight when/if the morons decide to come back and teach me a lesson. Oh well. I guess the baseball bat will have to do.
Yesterday morning I got this great moon shot from the back patio. I'm going to stare at it and listen to the Miles Davis cd you sent me and think of what Harry Bosch would do. Maybe I should call him.
p.s. uh…edamame next visit? I don't think so.