“Beans have a soul.”
Today is sunny and warm with a breeze. It will be in the low 60’s, but I don’t care. I’m bored. Yesterday I went upstairs to get my sweatshirt and ended up cleaning the bathroom, even the tub. Sheer madness must be next behind bathroom cleaning.
When I was a kid, I’d whine to my mother about being bored. She’d tell me to go out, but it wasn’t a helpful suggestion. She wanted me and my whining gone.
If Jack were a llama, he’d be ready to be shaved. I’ve been removing more clumps from him. If he sees scissors, he runs.
Last night I ordered dinner. Once a week I pick a restaurant for delivery. It is my treat for lasting another week stuck in the house with no human contact. On those nights, I do eat well. Last night it was Italian from Alberto’s in Hyannis. I dined on manicotti shells stuffed with lobster, shrimp, scallops, parmigiano, pecorino romano, & ricotta cheese topped with tomato, béchamel & mozzarella and I ordered a side of garlic bread. I used a cloth napkin. I wasn’t just eating. I was dining.
When he was really old, Duke, our boxer, used to sleep in my room. My bedroom was on the first floor so he didn’t have to use stairs. He slept on the fuzzy white rug, the one with a corner chewed off, compliments of my hamster when the rug got too close to his cage. Duke used to make noises. He’d lick parts of his anatomy, and it drove me crazy, but he was old and deserved to enjoy his life so I just put the pillow over my ears.
My mother never made us eat food we didn’t like, not even forcing a taste or one bite. You all know I don’t eat beans. Mostly I don’t eat oval shaped beans like Lima, kidney or black beans, lots of oval beans. I eat green beans, but I don’t think of them as beans. They look like pods though not Invasion of the Body Snatchers pods. I’m glad of that.
Tomorrow is a busy day. I have a Zoom uke class in the morning and, in the afternoon, a doctor’s appointment. I can actually go there. The office is in Hyannis. I’m breaking out.
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June 2, 2020 at 4:33 pm
This is quite charming:
June 2, 2020 at 5:14 pm
It is quite cute. They don’t lack enthusiasm.
June 2, 2020 at 4:34 pm
This too!
June 2, 2020 at 5:11 pm
I didn’t post this as I have posted it many times. I do a search through my blog to see what songs I’ve played and how often. This Peggy Lee was pretty often. Thanks for posting it when I didn’t.
June 3, 2020 at 2:24 am
My apologies. You must be sick of it 🙂
June 3, 2020 at 11:55 am
Apology unnecessary. Not sick of it at all.
June 3, 2020 at 1:51 pm
Yesterday was nasty hot here and the thunder we all longed for reached the mountain and then it turned south instead. Today is slightly cooler and we’re having a nice cool breeze blowing.
I do like beans in all ways but can’t eat it too often. I guess that if I in any way could save those gasses coming out I would be able to heat my cottage all winter 🙂 🙂 🙂
I have to admit that I didn’t know ho good food actually could taste until I ate at my friends house 🙂 🙂 so until then we ate what was served and after that I learned how to cook myself 🙂
Havce a great day!
Christer.
June 4, 2020 at 12:08 pm
Hi Christer,
We have had wonderful days, warm and sunny. I’m not complaining.
Beans just don’t do it for me. Some are mushy which is totally gross. Refried beans look like something a baby threw up.
My mother was a good cook. We all ate everything. I still love her meatloaf frosted in mashed potatoes. It had a wonderfully browned top. It sort of looked like mountains.