The day started with blessings raining down on my snoring slumbering form. The phone rang at 7 in the morning. The dentist. The dentist CALLING TO CANCEL that day’s 8 a.m. tooth-cleaning appointment. “BWAHAHahahaha!” I said after I hung up. Then I relaxed my body so much that it absorbed into it the sheets and the top part of the mattress, and fell back asleep…
..until 9:30, when I heard a grinding outside my house. My sales tax was hard at work clearing the tree debris from the ice storm. And this, after they had said they would stop tree disposal on the fifth! And not only that, the tree truck blocked my driveway so I couldn’t have gotten out even if I had been on time, so a built-in excuse for my daily tardiness. Eventually I arrived at work, where I found…
…Robin, working away like a squirrel on a nut, like a dog on a bone, like a knob-polisher on a knob. She’s been out with stress the flu. Now she has returned and the cube is filled with her grunting, “Unh. Unh. Weird. Unh.” as she programs away. I happily ignored her until five-thirty, when I got a call from…
…Gary, who had the revolutionary idea of celebrating Valentine’s Day by eating steak. In my adventures with the Wine-Drinking Sophisticates, I have been searching hard for the Mythical Steak of My Youth. The Steak of My Youth had flavor, and crispy fat on the sides, and tasted like steak, as opposed to tasting like watery sashimi. And it exists at Outback, this the Steak of My Youth, and it is known as “The Melbourne.” Evidently I had forgotten the rule of the kitchen that if you want food to taste like something you must leave the bone in.
Oh! And Middlesex was here at home when I arrived. All in all, a fine day.
9 responses to “Best Day Ever!”
Just trying to get the hang of your blog here, I presume that todays post was about yesterday?
Just trying to get the hang of your blog here, I presume that todays post was about yesterday?
I’m trying to take your advice about Kavalier & Clay, I am…but Devil in the White City was calling to me, so I started that instead. I mean, it’s about a crazy serial killer who builds a hotel to kill people in! Also, architecture! and it’s a true story. I just couldn’t resist.I hope you enjoy Middlesex.
Oops sorry for the double post, blame it on the rain.
I was there when you got in too. But, no, I don’t count. I’m just the person who gives you work to do.
He Whose etc (HWNSNBR) – yep, I usually post around midnight, unless it’s the weekend, then I wait for drama and passion to sweep the events of the day into a mad hurricane of excitement. Then it doesn’t and I post at about two in the afternoon.Carrie – Middlesex will have to wait for the book that had my attention now, Nine Stories.Friend #2 – Aww, I wuvzs ooo Wibby
Great, thanks for the answer, now the next time I have a stupid question, perhaps you could email me an email where I don’t have to blog it for all posterity? :-p
Yeah, but HWNSNBR, next to me, do you really think you look stupid?
Well, one never really knows after all, do they? I mean most people would do something different if they realized they were looking stupid. I’ve often heard the term “blind stupidity” and I have often wondered if it was someone making a derogatory statement about the sight impared or someone that just didn’t understand that statistically, 99% of all stupidity would be considered blind. Corrolary Query: Don’t they say love is blind as well? Hmm, wonder if someone is trying to draw a dotted line there? lol. One good thing about stupidity though, its real, you can easily believe in it, because we’re surrounded by it, up to our eyeballs in it everyday. At any given moment any one of us can be the source to someone… So, I guess the real trick is to strive to not be stupid while, realizing that such a lofty goal is unattainable… Or to remain blissfully ignorant of our own shortcomings… This all being said, have I done a sufficient job of being stupid publicly yet? Or at the very least, excessively long-winded while saying nothing?