This week I set out to write one quick take per day until Friday. It didn’t quite work out that way. Fascinating results below:
1. Saturday night: (Premature?) aging is proceeding apace over here. It is 11:30 pm and I am trying to get to bed while outside the air outside (windows open because the weather is perfect) rings with the yelling from droves of CUA students processing to and from off-campus parties. If I had a hose, I’d be tempted to turn it on them.
3. Wednesday night: I think I may be out of touch with the culture of contemporary 3-year-olds (?)
Babysitting tonight, I was compelled to trap the younger (18 mos old and trouble, trouble, trouble) of the two brothers I was watching between my knees so I could use two remotes at once to manipulate the incredibly large and complicated TV system into playing a video. To mollify the trapped party I started singing “London Bridge Is Falling Down,” substituting his name for “lady” in the chorus (guaranteed to work for a whole 20 seconds.) Immediately, I had the (apparently) wonder-struck 3-year-old in my lap. “What is that song?!” “Sing it again!” “I want to hear it again.”
I think even when I was 3, “London Bridge” was old news…
4. I do not remember the words to “London Bridge” past “Take the key and lock him up.”
5. Thursday morning: In the garden I am growing a (one singular) pepper. I do not know what type it is, so I am uncertain whether/when to pick it.
It looks like a banana pepper. If it is, what do I do with it? All the banana peppers I’ve ever eaten have been pickled…
6. Thursday evening: So, I started out to slowly change my garden page to reflect my garden (not that the inspiration pictures of the Arboretum weren’t lovely.) I ended up making a little garden section. It’s probably not fascinating to anyone but me and is still under construction, but take a gander if you will and leave constructive criticism.
7. Japanese food was made to fight colds (I have the start of one.) Miso + wasabi. Medicine.