“Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.”

Now I am looking for a taser. I went on the deck this morning and saw one of the clay pots from the rail had fallen and was broken. The spawns use the deck rail as their transportation network so the culprit is not in question, maybe a potato gun.

We’re still stuck in all that heat. Half my lawn is dying so I’m thinking the water from my irrigation system is not hitting that side. Maybe I should keep a hose and sprinkler as a back up.

My laundry is still in the basket in the hall. Given my laundry history, I’ll need to run out of clothes before I do that wash. It is on the list but it has been on the list for a couple of days, well, almost a week.

Today is dump day. I’ve already put one bag outside by the car. It was the smelly bag. I had to double bag it.

Usually I treat myself to a restaurant delivery once a week, but I skipped last week. Instead, I took some homemade sauce out of the freezer and added ziti. I even made garlic bread. That meal lasted two suppers and a lunch.

I’m now thinking a clam plate for dinner. It comes with French fries and onions rings, the best onion rings, the thin ones. It’s been a while since I’ve had clams. I remember my mother never ate the ones with bellies, so un-New Englandish. She also hated steamers. Shrimp was her seafood of choice. It was my alternate.

Chocolate, I’m thinking chocolate cures everything, and I haven’t had any in a while. It’s no wonder small things are starting to drive me crazy. I go around straightening stuff which isn’t crooked. Yesterday I went through one side of the den closet. I took a few things out, but mostly I put everything back. It was the definition of futility.

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4 Comments on ““Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.””

  1. hedley's avatar hedley Says:

    Yea Yea Yea, Taser, Chocolate, Onion Rings, trip to the dump…..

    WHERE IS LENNY ??????

  2. Bob's avatar Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I was on a seafood diet, I would see food and eat it. 🙂 I love seafood of any kind. My wife is the only person I have ever known that doesn’t like shrimp. When we were dating, I took her with me on a trip to Tampa while I trained a student in his company airplane. The student invited us to his home for dinner and his wife cooked these large beautiful shrimp with a delicious sauce. My future wife cut the shrimp up into small pieces so that she could swallow them whole without chewing. She didn’t want to tell our hosts that the one thing she doesn’t like is shrimp. Who knew, but it must be love because we’ve been married almost 35 years. She will cook shrimp for me and the kids. There’s still hope for a change of heart, because last year she decided she liked fresh Brussels Sprouts.

    Chocolate goes with everything. I’m not a fan of the dark variety because it’s been discovered that it’s good for you. 🙂 I go for the milk chocolate loaded with whatever is not so good for you.

    It’s another beautiful day with a high of only 98°. The next few days are forecast to get back into triple digits. We’ve had a cooler than normal summer with only two 100° or higher days.

    • katry's avatar katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My friend Tony hates seafood. Tony, his wife Clare and I always go to opening day at Captain Frosty’s, our favorite local seafood restaurant. Tony always orders a burger. Clare and I don’t.

      Your wife was really kind to go through that. She’s a good sport cooking the shrimp for you. My mother couldn’t cook the steamers because they made her gag, just looking at them was too much.

      I bought a Milky Way at the grocery store. It is now history. I like dark chocolate. When I was a kid, I like the semi-sweet bar of candy they used to sell.

      It stayed in the mid-80’s today, but nearer Boston was close to 100˚. I want rain.


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