Today I found a Dansk pan in the thrift store and snatched it with a wildly beating heart. I cleaned the house, patched the place in the wall where the coat rack fell off the wall during the party we had in February, the one where we danced with snowboots on and made too much noise and broke the basement neighbors’ light fixture. I remembered to pick up the CSA and it is pesto season, so that’s good.
This has been Hilda’s #1 six a.m. goal for the past few days and now I need a nap.
So that’s why you haven’t been able to find your debit card all week, you fucking idiot.
Beers & gossiping on the porch and then, when walking Anne and Lily out, noticing a group of strangers playing foursquare in the park. I stayed in four square for periods, did okay, and no one tried to play black magic.
is that I was in the yard cleaning up the debris of a lovely afternoon and some teenagers were being loud in the alley, talking to the neighbor girl. I thought about sticking my head out of the fence and asking them to be quiet, but then I decided it wasn’t my business and who cared, anyway: most teenager conversations that happen outside my house don’t last long. My across the alley neighbor didn’t reach the same conclusion, I guess, and came out and told them to leave or he would call the cops. They told him to shut up, and within a minute or two my white middle-aged neighbor was yelling “go home, black boy!” at the top of his lungs and the boy was swearing at him because of course. The other neighbor, a white lady my age, came out and did call the cops, and boys ran to the park and eventually got on the bus, and the my neighbors congratulated each other on a job well done while I stood on the other side the of fence fuming. And now I’m sitting here fuming at myself for saying nothing.
I just sent two emails. One said “I just ate the garbage fart cheese because there’s no reason not to now that you’re gone.” The other said “Please find my assignment attached.”
I checked twice but I’m still terrified that I sent them to the wrong people.
Oh hey internet, I just wanted to complain somewhere about how there are no sodas left in the fridge.
This beast threw up everywhere this morning because she knows how to start a new month right and/or wanted to teach me a lesson about throwing my new clothes on the floor. Or maybe because I let her lick a piece of ham last night.
Easter brunch for thirteen included a ham (my first, glazed with cherry 7-up and cloves and mustard), strata, lamb meatballs with Harissa sauce, scalloped potatoes, pea and mint salad, fruit salad, banana bread, bloody Marys, mimosas, cheese and crackers, chocolate chip cookies, and too much candy.
This is just to say that I am full and sleepy and happy even all these hours later.