Receiving a pity gift from The Universe is totally different from making a deal with The Devil. Thankfully the former is how I came by my Mercedes convertible.
The car has been an absolute blast so far, but all the Eeyores keep telling me how expensive everything will be to fix- as if the car will constantly be in a state of disrepair. It's not a Fiat, Eeyore! However, today I met with my first "issue."
This morning (my morning- not regular people's morning) I got a phone call from my neighbor forewarning me that I had a very flat tire. I knew that I wasn't going to change the tire (sorry, Dad.) I made a call to make sure that I had not canceled my roadside assistance during my cost cutting maneuvers (hadn't.)
After I called the tow company a very nice, young, attractive fellow named of all things, Adonis, came & took care of the whole business. Turns out I have a collapsible/inflatable spare tire in my trunk (space saver.) Under there is also a compressor to blow it up, a special jack, a sheet of plastic tidily rolled up & ready to place on the ground so as not to soil your fancy Mercedes driving clothes by kneeling on the ground changing your elitist brand of tire. Plus, a first aid kit and a delicious strudel. Those Germans think of everything! I wondered if I had a Ferrari instead- would there just be a bottle of Chianti in the trunk?
The car came to me with reeeeeeeeally expensive tires on it, but I was told tonight that all that is a bunch of bullshitzel & that I don't need them which is a relief & will save me in the neighborhood of a billion dollars.
Eeyore, are you sure you don't want to go for a ride? Think how good your droopy ears would feel blowing in the breeze and the sunshine.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Greater Than the Sum of its Parts
I had such a delicious grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. It flat out made my whole life better.
If I didn't fear being bludgeoned with a stale baguette by a Frenchman I would say, "But it is just bread & cheese- how could it taste so good?"
Though, actually, I ordered mine with a cupla slices of tomato too, but the tomato wasn't even that good -not ripe.
*side question: What makes it so hard to get a goddamn ripe tomato anywhere?!!! Tomatoes are not difficult to grow. In fact they grow like weeds with very little attention. Why is it that I have such f#%$^@* difficulty obtaining a ripe tomato? Anyhoooo...
When I was little the neighbor three doors down, Mrs Davis, used to take care of me when my mom and dad were at work. Mrs. Davis made the best grilled cheese sandwiches- I would suspect in the entire world. Plus, she cut her sandwiches at an angle. A sandwich cut at an angle sort of makes me swoon. I swear they taste better that way in their sassy triangular shapes. My mother always cuts sandwiches straight in half- in rectangles. It shows in the flavor. Rectangles are just not enticing shapes, they're kind of "square," if you will.
Also, Mrs Davis made the best iced tea. Oh, it was so good. And I don't know how this could be, what it means, or if you'll think I'm nuts, but the sound of the ice clinking in the glass made a different sound there. Was it her magical iced tea that inspired the ice cubes to clink more harmoniously? Or, did she also enchant the ice & the glassware? I don't know. She may have taken this secret to her grave, but I will ask her youngest daughter, Nancy, just in case she knows. Nancy does have the cheesecake recipe. Imagine what a woman who made good ice cubes could do to a cheesecake.
When I first moved to the town I live in many years ago I was out walking looking for a place to have lunch, as all the places were new to me I was just working my way through them figuring out my favorites. I went into a simple cafe- about one bump up from a diner, but really quite clean I noticed which totally separates it out from being in the diner category- no grease in the spoon, etc. In honor of Mrs Davis that day I ordered grilled cheese & iced tea, and to my absolute delight & surprise the grilled cheese was not exact, but plenty close enough to really enjoy & induce the nostalgia. And- cut in triangles!!! I liked the iced tea, but her iced tea had a super mythic quality, paired with that clinking ice- untouchable.
So, it was that old super clean cafe where I lunched today. It's probably been there since 1810 serving some of the same old regulars & random passerbys. Although, I'll have to google- there is a good chance that my town did not yet exist in 1810. A sandwich anywhere near that of Mrs Davis' spellbinding caliber though- it could be a Brigadoon type of affair where the cafe with its magically delicious grilled cheeses only appears every so often.
If I didn't fear being bludgeoned with a stale baguette by a Frenchman I would say, "But it is just bread & cheese- how could it taste so good?"
Though, actually, I ordered mine with a cupla slices of tomato too, but the tomato wasn't even that good -not ripe.
*side question: What makes it so hard to get a goddamn ripe tomato anywhere?!!! Tomatoes are not difficult to grow. In fact they grow like weeds with very little attention. Why is it that I have such f#%$^@* difficulty obtaining a ripe tomato? Anyhoooo...
When I was little the neighbor three doors down, Mrs Davis, used to take care of me when my mom and dad were at work. Mrs. Davis made the best grilled cheese sandwiches- I would suspect in the entire world. Plus, she cut her sandwiches at an angle. A sandwich cut at an angle sort of makes me swoon. I swear they taste better that way in their sassy triangular shapes. My mother always cuts sandwiches straight in half- in rectangles. It shows in the flavor. Rectangles are just not enticing shapes, they're kind of "square," if you will.
Also, Mrs Davis made the best iced tea. Oh, it was so good. And I don't know how this could be, what it means, or if you'll think I'm nuts, but the sound of the ice clinking in the glass made a different sound there. Was it her magical iced tea that inspired the ice cubes to clink more harmoniously? Or, did she also enchant the ice & the glassware? I don't know. She may have taken this secret to her grave, but I will ask her youngest daughter, Nancy, just in case she knows. Nancy does have the cheesecake recipe. Imagine what a woman who made good ice cubes could do to a cheesecake.
When I first moved to the town I live in many years ago I was out walking looking for a place to have lunch, as all the places were new to me I was just working my way through them figuring out my favorites. I went into a simple cafe- about one bump up from a diner, but really quite clean I noticed which totally separates it out from being in the diner category- no grease in the spoon, etc. In honor of Mrs Davis that day I ordered grilled cheese & iced tea, and to my absolute delight & surprise the grilled cheese was not exact, but plenty close enough to really enjoy & induce the nostalgia. And- cut in triangles!!! I liked the iced tea, but her iced tea had a super mythic quality, paired with that clinking ice- untouchable.
So, it was that old super clean cafe where I lunched today. It's probably been there since 1810 serving some of the same old regulars & random passerbys. Although, I'll have to google- there is a good chance that my town did not yet exist in 1810. A sandwich anywhere near that of Mrs Davis' spellbinding caliber though- it could be a Brigadoon type of affair where the cafe with its magically delicious grilled cheeses only appears every so often.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Perfect Life Moment
Recently, my Neighbor's oldest daughter was married. (The word 'Neighbor' is capitalized on purpose as he is the neighbor.) Upon his return I inquired as to how it all went. Below is my favorite part of the story.
I have to walk her down an aisle that is only from here to there. Well, I start crying so much that I can't see through my glasses. When I finally am able to see again I look around & everyone else is staring at us, balling & blubbering too. Then as we're walking my daughter says to me, "Dad, what do we do with our gum?"
That is a perfect life moment.
I have to walk her down an aisle that is only from here to there. Well, I start crying so much that I can't see through my glasses. When I finally am able to see again I look around & everyone else is staring at us, balling & blubbering too. Then as we're walking my daughter says to me, "Dad, what do we do with our gum?"
That is a perfect life moment.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Koconut Fresh
Right now my dog smells like a cardboard coconut scented air freshener hung from someone's rear view mirror. It is a very specific smell. I am not sure why I have this olfactory memory, but I could place her new scent immediately.
A few years ago I found that it was much more economical to take her down the street to the groomer for a bath than it was to pay the plumber to come free the drain of doggy fur, or to pay the chiropractor to undo what was done to me by all the hunching over, stabilizing, lathering & rinsing.
Ordinarily, after they bathe her she just smells "clean." Once she came home smelling exactly like a whole lot of baby powder which I really did not care for at all. This smell is... well, kind of silly. Not really unpleasant- I love the smell of coconut, but this is not exactly that fragrance. It is faux coconut.
I can only imagine what she thinks of it with that super sniffer of hers. Though she has been in the car with me many times while we went through the drive thru car wash, she's never been inside the mini-mart to be potentially exposed to scents such as Faux Coconut, Faux Pine, or Faux Strawberry.
I will add this- she is reeeeally soft.
A few years ago I found that it was much more economical to take her down the street to the groomer for a bath than it was to pay the plumber to come free the drain of doggy fur, or to pay the chiropractor to undo what was done to me by all the hunching over, stabilizing, lathering & rinsing.
Ordinarily, after they bathe her she just smells "clean." Once she came home smelling exactly like a whole lot of baby powder which I really did not care for at all. This smell is... well, kind of silly. Not really unpleasant- I love the smell of coconut, but this is not exactly that fragrance. It is faux coconut.
I can only imagine what she thinks of it with that super sniffer of hers. Though she has been in the car with me many times while we went through the drive thru car wash, she's never been inside the mini-mart to be potentially exposed to scents such as Faux Coconut, Faux Pine, or Faux Strawberry.
I will add this- she is reeeeally soft.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Inauguration Day!
Ah, finally. We will finally be relieved of that Evil Doing Nit Wit in Washington. I'd be curious to know how much airplay the song Hit the Road Jack gets this morning. I think something more jaunty like Ding Dong the Witch is Dead might better express the feeling. A, "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out," doesn't seem like quite enough.
However, by lunchtime we will have a new president. Onward & upward.
However, by lunchtime we will have a new president. Onward & upward.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Not 99 Red Balloons
Instead- more like, maybe, 110 or 120 black & silver balloons.
I walked home 14 blocks in the fog in the middle of the night with their shiny black ribbons wrapped securely around my right hand.
And it turns out that it would take a lot more balloons than that for me to gain any altitude... though it was quite a lift to the spirits to walk in such a large flock of helium balloons. The ridiculousness alone, of course, appealed to me, but also the swooshing noise created by them all bumping up against the night air & one another as they hustled home behind me was quite silly & stupendous.
I didn't come across anyone until I was a block away from my house, and I was glad to have finally gained witness to the spectacular event. They were suitably delighted.
Near to the outset I did initially lose two to an attack by a long needled pine, but I think other than that we all made it safe & sound- me, balloons, borrowed coat & mittens, feathered tiara.
I think it speaks volumes as to what she's become accustomed to that upon my arrival home the dog was not even flummoxed in the slightest at the sight of our new house guests.
I walked home 14 blocks in the fog in the middle of the night with their shiny black ribbons wrapped securely around my right hand.
And it turns out that it would take a lot more balloons than that for me to gain any altitude... though it was quite a lift to the spirits to walk in such a large flock of helium balloons. The ridiculousness alone, of course, appealed to me, but also the swooshing noise created by them all bumping up against the night air & one another as they hustled home behind me was quite silly & stupendous.
I didn't come across anyone until I was a block away from my house, and I was glad to have finally gained witness to the spectacular event. They were suitably delighted.
Near to the outset I did initially lose two to an attack by a long needled pine, but I think other than that we all made it safe & sound- me, balloons, borrowed coat & mittens, feathered tiara.
I think it speaks volumes as to what she's become accustomed to that upon my arrival home the dog was not even flummoxed in the slightest at the sight of our new house guests.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Heart Healing Words of Wisdom
Today I was righted by an email sent to me containing the following quote from Pepe le Pew,
"Love, she is a grand, no?"
"Love, she is a grand, no?"
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