Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Can anyone explain the mystery of how Moxie soda is still being sold after more than a century despite tasting like it does? I like old-fashioned sasparilla drinks and thought I'd give it a try, but I can't imagine anyone willingly choosing to drink that swill over water.
Drinking Moxie is the soda pop world's equivalent of bungee jumping. You think you're going to die, and you're so thrilled that you don't, that you just have to try it again.
I ended up making an enormous spinach and veggie salad and topping it with turkey kielbasa.
I made chicken & dumplings.
Scott made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and I made my way to the table.
I made chicken & dumplings.
That's not exactly the French Laundry! (Though I'm sure it was tasty.)
If I kept eating like that, I'd get the gout!
If I kept eating like that, I'd get the gout!
Bring me the quinine sorbet and nobody gets hurt!
I ate a wrap from Trader Joes. Well, half.
I'm kinda weirded out by the funeral/memorial thing. I was definitely the most peon and removed from him there. The thing is, I really fucking respected the guy, even after only really having interacted directly for the last 18 mo. or so. So that's why I went, despite feeling like an intruder. I mean, I got to tell his father and sister that I liked the meetings in which I got called to the carpet because he so clearly cared and knew as much as me, and I'm supposed to be the expert. And while I'm really private, the whole community-recognizing a loss thing seemed important to me. He knew my name. He knew what my role was. He didn't know me beyond that. He's a huge part of the reason this thing called Hubble still hits front page.
I had to acknowledge that. Even as a peon.
It's called paying your respects, and you did the right thing by doing that.
Health ~ma sent out to the sickos.
I should be asleep, but I am sitting listening to the wind. With my windows open for the first time this season. Ah, fresh air.
Yeah, I get that. Still felt weird. I get that funerals are a community thing, and I'm sure that my one extra body did something for his family (god, his little sister about broke my heart) but...it's still hard for me to not feel like I'm intruding on something private. But hell, I'm still working on that when I'm freaking invited to happy events!
I got the brief chance to work with this amazing guy. I needed to be a part of saying goodbye.