2003-03-17 - 1:59 a.m.
Sooner or later I had to emerge from the Winter of Frozen Boredom and write something. So I thought I'd plagiarize something as my first entry in 2003. Lifted directly from Writeright: The Sunday Seven. Okay, I only lifted the questions. And yeah, I know it's already Monday. I don't follow directions well, either.
1) What are you wearing?
The off-white jeans. A forest green long sleeved henley with a spot on the front -- because I thought we were going to go to D-F and paint or clean or something at the new music school. And my light grey Ocean Isle Beach sweater-that-feels-like-a-sweatshirt with the fish on the front. Because I was cold. And red socks with hearts on them. No one knows why.
2) What are you reading?
Scarlet Feather by Maeve Binchy. Always nice, always long, never taxing.
3) What's for dinner?
Baked chicken/rice/green bean casserole (unimaginative but pretty good) and fresh baked bread (from frozen dough, don't get excited.)
4) What's the best thing that happened this week?
I'm making money off of eBay; sold 3 things, listed 3 more. No, that's not the best. Better than that was seeing Elvis Costello on TV twice: he hosted David Letterman last Monday, then VH-1 aired the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductions tonight.
5) What's bugging you?
My back's sore, no doubt from sitting most of the day on the really bad chair in front of the computer putting up postings on eBay.
6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
You'll have to ask Writeright. I don't care.
7) What's it all about, Dave?
Alfie
Yeah, well I didn't say it was going to be good, did I?
Good news on the homefront: the kitchen ceiling didn't leak this week. Oy. Last week when we had some thawing, we had water pouring through the kitchen ceiling light fixture. Strange, there were no electrical calamities associated with this mess, as you might think. Just a lot of very dirty looking water.
Got it into my head that I should inventory the freezer and pantry (some of you will know where I got that idea), and as has forever been the case, any inspection of the pantry requires a thorough overhaul and cleaning. Because of course back in the darkness of those huge shelves is where the mice have their little café/indoor toilet. It took me all week of working an hour or two at a time, but everything is clean, discarded, repackaged, inventoried and/or eaten. The most galling thing the little critters did was to get into a coffee can which contained a sealed ziplock bag of bread flour. They ate a nice big crescent out of the plastic lid, chewed holes in the plastic bag, and had been dining long enough to dig out about a quarter cup of flour (and deposit little black things here and there). Lovely.
Hope you're not eating right now...
Later.
