Tracy: Well-- That call -- That call means you just murdered me. Mal: No, son. You murdered yourself. I just carried the bullet a while.

'The Message'


Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This  

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.


Jesse - Jul 25, 2013 2:16:26 pm PDT #329 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Seriously.


Sue - Jul 25, 2013 2:30:40 pm PDT #330 of 30000
hip deep in pie

Well, a lot of those models do look like babies. They're all so young!


§ ita § - Jul 25, 2013 2:55:23 pm PDT #331 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

SPEAKING OF BABIES--what's the age overlap between gnaw-drool-on-everything-it-grabs and sitting up solidly?


Jesse - Jul 25, 2013 2:59:57 pm PDT #332 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Have now made two loaves of zucchini bread and some carrot salad. Quinoa is in the pot, so I can add some to the black bean and corn salad I made yesterday, so it's a meal by itself. The zucchini bread is a Paula Deen recipe that makes two loaves -- usually I cut it in half and just make one. Making both at once is kind of horrifying, ingredient-wise: Three cups of sugar, four eggs... Paula Deen.


Jesse - Jul 25, 2013 3:06:19 pm PDT #333 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

ION, several things about my father:

1. We set up this website to ask friends to hang out with him when my mom's at work and he's not at his day program, and their friends are so nice! I mean, even people they aren't that close to are signing up for repeat visits. And I like it when they hang out with my grandmother as well, because she likes company too, when she's feeling up to it. (But holy cow, she is now mentally where my father was a few years ago, having wildly different versions of the same conversation within five minutes of each other...)

2. Yesterday, we walked by a guy playing guitar and singing on the street, and my father made a beeline for him. I was worried something weird was about to happen! But no, the guy greeted my father by name and was happy to see him, asked if he was still working, etc. I really don't know how he knows everyone in the world.

3. He brings home his dessert from lunch for my mother, or at least some of it. He always comes home with a little packet of cake or something in his shirt pocket. Cute and nice!


Amy - Jul 25, 2013 3:06:55 pm PDT #334 of 30000
Because books.

Babies teeth on and off for a long time, ita, so you'll have drooling and gnawing more than once. Sitting up solidly is generally by six months, if I remember right, sometimes earlier (although they usually can't correct themselves at first -- you have to sit them down, and eventually they tilt).


Calli - Jul 25, 2013 3:07:53 pm PDT #335 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

That sounds pretty good, Jesse. I'm glad your family's friends are stepping up.


Amy - Jul 25, 2013 3:08:25 pm PDT #336 of 30000
Because books.

Aw, Jesse, the dessert thing kills me. So sweet!


Hil R. - Jul 25, 2013 3:10:45 pm PDT #337 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I realized that I've had a Caribbean cookbook for about a year now and never cooked anything from it, so I decided to try some Caribbean recipes. I'm trying to figure out which recipes to make. I'm getting stymied by the lack of ingredients (there doesn't seem to be anywhere around here that sells breadfruit, and the one store that sells plantains only has them once in a while, among quite a few other things) and by the fact that half the recipes that look good say that they have to be served immediately or else they get ruined somehow, and I really need stuff that can make leftovers. Also, I don't want to turn on the oven when it's hot out.


javachik - Jul 25, 2013 3:11:36 pm PDT #338 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

Jesse, I love those snapshots of your dad's life (and yours); thanks for sharing.