Ooh, that sounds good! I had a well-balanced dinner, in stages, that ended up being one thing too many:

1) small bowl of chili
2) small tortilla with cheese
3) brocolli with ranch dressing
4) thin mints

"I have studied and studied and I see nothing in the Torah about corn.

I like the part (explained to me only recently) where, because meat and milk aren't to be eaten together, and meat is the main course of a meal, and chicken is also a main course, to be on the safe side you should not have chicken with milk. Even though chickens are not mammals and thus could not be said to be cooked "in its mother's milk."

I like that somebody sat down (eons ago) and had to think that through. It pleases me, the same way that discussions about whether mittens count as gloves, and vice versa, please me.

I've just been brushing my cat for ten or fifteen minutes straight. There is nothing she loves as much as being brushed. Which is good, as being a long-haired cat, she needs to be brushed regularly.

Sometimes I ask her why she has so much fur. "You can't possible need that much fur," I tell her. She just looks at me like the question's absurd.

When I was little, I was utterly aghast that my friends' jewish grandmother had never eaten a cheeseburger! Oh, and how she disapproved that they had. (They lazily kept kosher. During holy days, they definitely did. The rest of the time? Hit or miss.)

I remember when they were off in Mexico on sabbatical, we'd eat at her apartment (attached to their house) once a week, and she'd put on a whole proper multicourse meal. Changing tablecloths, using different ovens, etc. I loved her matzoball soup. I'm pretty sure she explained why she did everything with a good dose of religious education, but I was young enough, I sadly don't recall a lot of it. She was so very proper, could be a bit of a pill, but her heart was huge.

Huh, I haven't thought about those dinners in years.

She just looks at me like the question's absurd.

Well, duh. It is. It gets her more brushing.

It's always seemed to me that long-haired cats are the preeniest. I mean, most cats preen like there is no tomorrow, but longhair cats the most. Or maybe I've just had a lot of longhaired diva-cats.

So I'm watching a PBS thing on caring for your parents. And maybe I shouldn't. Because I'm really not ready to face this, but it is in the back of my head in the past few years. I mean, they are fine now. But dad's talk of retirement, mom's physical limits... it's coming. And I know they have very strong views about kids being primary caregivers, having done that themselves. But ... there are so many variable.

So it is scary. But it will come and we will manage.

Oh god, that scares the crap out of me -- especially seeing how much my mother and her two siblings have done for her parents over the years, and knowing there's just one of me. I assume at some point I'll have to move back up there.

I am Purposefully not watching th PBS snow. My mother told we many years ago that I wouldn't need to take care of her, but of course I will.

I have a new kitty and she will not stop meowing at closet. she is a tortie, but I '_ think maybe there is still evidence of my old cat. She needs to stop because She is making we sad.

I guess that's the one good thing about my original parent abandoning me. I don't have to worry about taking care of her when she needs it.

(My grandfather adopted me, and I was his primary care-giver for the last few years of his life, along with my beloved cousin whom he also co-reared. So though I sound like a flippant lil bitch, I took care of the one who cared enough to take care of me. And it was hard and it was scary.)

Ayup, Jesse. I mean, I've got a sibling. (My mom had 5 when it came to her dad, but even then there were constraints for various sibs where it was decided they not have to make direct decisions.) But brother's got a family of his own, and if there is hard stuff, I'm probably in a better position to do the heavy lifting.

But I need to talk to my brother about this. We've touched on it, vaguely. Cause, you know, it's scary. And the parents. Uhg. We briefly touched on it during the Peru trip, but that was with the assumption dad might fall off a cliff (and for 30 minutes, my mom thought he had!) and so a different game plan entirely.