Today
Today is a really lovely sunny Friday and it's supposed to be all about pulling weeds in the front gardens and taking another 3 mile walk. However... so far, I am feeling really lazy today. I know I will regret it if I don't do these things, but I feel real non-committal about it right now.
So far, I've gotten the laundry done and I did some cooking -- that "save all the vegetables before they go bad" kind of cooking. It looks a little like a sort of ratatouille-type thing. And I made quinoa. So perhaps if I throw it all together and, I don't know, add some kind of fish, it will seem like a meal for the next few days? We'll find out!
VCR-wise, I have moved on to Fellini's Juliette of the Spirits ( which I absolutely love; I haven't seen it in several years). And CD-wise, I've moved on to Edith Piaf's Greatest Hits. This morning, I sang Non, je ne regrette rien to Fluffy while she snuggled in bed with me at 6:30 AM. It seemed like a really comical song to sing to such a blissed-out ball of puffy fur. She seemed to concur, by the way. (For those of you who don't understand French, the song title means: no, I regret nothing.) For me to say it (and mean it) is actually saying quite a lot, especially since I am gearing up to write the memoir, Manhattan, Mon Amour (all about mental illness, rape, suicide attempts, becoming a writer, finding my biological father -- in general; having a swell time). However, for Fluffy to have no regrets is really kind of touching...
Okay! Gonna make the bed and then see if I can persuade myself to get out in that garden before it gets too hot out there. Hope you guys are having a blissed-out Friday, wherever you're at! Thanks for visiting, gang.
So far, I've gotten the laundry done and I did some cooking -- that "save all the vegetables before they go bad" kind of cooking. It looks a little like a sort of ratatouille-type thing. And I made quinoa. So perhaps if I throw it all together and, I don't know, add some kind of fish, it will seem like a meal for the next few days? We'll find out!
VCR-wise, I have moved on to Fellini's Juliette of the Spirits ( which I absolutely love; I haven't seen it in several years). And CD-wise, I've moved on to Edith Piaf's Greatest Hits. This morning, I sang Non, je ne regrette rien to Fluffy while she snuggled in bed with me at 6:30 AM. It seemed like a really comical song to sing to such a blissed-out ball of puffy fur. She seemed to concur, by the way. (For those of you who don't understand French, the song title means: no, I regret nothing.) For me to say it (and mean it) is actually saying quite a lot, especially since I am gearing up to write the memoir, Manhattan, Mon Amour (all about mental illness, rape, suicide attempts, becoming a writer, finding my biological father -- in general; having a swell time). However, for Fluffy to have no regrets is really kind of touching...
Okay! Gonna make the bed and then see if I can persuade myself to get out in that garden before it gets too hot out there. Hope you guys are having a blissed-out Friday, wherever you're at! Thanks for visiting, gang.
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