Summer Makes Me Silly June 25, 2009
I have to stretch myself to like summer. There are things ABOUT it that I love, like homegrown tomatoes and peaches and, well, green. And I do understand that you can’t have bread without firing up the oven, but does it have to be so hot for so long. I mean, we’re talking biscuits, not bisqueware. Even melons don’t need nighttime high seventies.
Phooey. And it isn’t even July quite yet.
So, I think I am going to go on a diet of sorts. Cut back on the portions if nothing else. Stop eating when I’m full and don’t start unless I’m hungry. It’s a plan.
Started off with breakfast of leftovers. Guess it’s the senior East Nasty version of leftover pizza. Half a piece of Sweet 16th gritatta and a bunch of mache greens… I don’t know what Dan and Ellen do to those grits. It’s probably a liberal application of olive oil. Really a rich dish, especially when you consider it’s at heart cornmeal with some dried tomatoes and mushrooms.
Trying to decide whether or not to hang around the house and wait for the guy to call about coming by and discovering where the water in the basement comes from. There is so much that needs to be done that it simply depresses me. Just one look around and I lose any energy that might have accrued overnight. Like 0.001% interest. My housekeeping interest has never been of much account. It would make sense to work on bits every day instead of saving up for the big push.
I should probably begin with one corner of one room for one hour. That seems reasonable.
Maybe tomorrow.
For now, I think I’ll go to the Mugs and get my daily Americano.
