I sure hope this isn't a summer preview because (a) today was a horrible day, and (b) it would have been a very difficult day if (a) I hadn't been a complete lunatic last night and (b) I didn't have to pick my mother up at a hotel at nine and drive to Miller's Falls to strip the last remaining vestiges from a home that has been in our family for four generations in order to close on a sale. It was painful enough to help my mother box up her mother's wedding china. I said, don't look back, mom, you'll turn into a pillar of salt. But I was the one who turned into a pillar of salt, not my mother. I am a pillar of salt, running a fever, and now I am complaining on OilChanges. This is not a good preview. Above are some sauteed mustard greens with a cheese toasty. Life was good when I made those yesterday, but now I feel unsure. Nonetheless, the plan is to integrate the gardening blogs and the cooking blogs as soon as the garden starts producing a lot of food. That is what I mean by "summer preview." That should be good.
p.s. I may start writing actual cooking blogs again, too.
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Good idea, Fellow food head. Cheer up, sun is high and hope is there. Thank you for your blog, it has become important to me
It is now Sunday again; I had a decent time last week, running around and eating fish and chips, drinking real ale, with a nasty gash on my head from two days prior (bar incident). I grappled with Margui, newly returned to town and hurting hurting hurting about our ability to hang and be friends. I stayed up too late and got into bed too late and went to work ten minutes late the next day.
This one will be different: I am full of vigour. I am not drinking at one P.M. and I do not plan on doing so prior to five. I am DJ'ing at Bring Your Parent's Records this afternoon, and dancing and interviewing and so forth. I have my dry-cleaning back and ready for work. I will start my laundry soon, and go to the supermarket in order to have breakfast and lunch food ready. The gash is now a small scab under my temple. I am happy although the sense of gathering doom always hangs just ahead of my discriminating gaze. I need to eat lunch. I need to make phone calls to loved ones.
I will have a big glass of water - too many spliffs yesterday. I felt a fool for staying up late and then trying to speak about emotions and relationships while all I wanted physically was to fall over and find a soft patch of grass to lie in.
The clouds reflected in the windows of the Masonic Temple is a polite homage to many Pink Floyd album covers. I will spin lots of Beatles tunesduring my DJ slot today. Oh, yeah.
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