locally…

Tom and I decided to check out one of Lindsey’s favorite little hangouts, Cafe Artiste. We drank coffee (each cup is individually brewed) and ate. Tom got chicken and spinach quesadillas (thumbs up), and I got a flavorful chopped steak smothered in grilled bell peppers and onions. I had to bring half of it home, because it was preceded by a delicious salad of mixed greens, including baby spinach (I love uncooked spinach).

Other good points: Low-key, spacious yet cozy, has wireless, has bookshelves if you want to grab something to read. I can totally see myself working there on my laptop.

one from my birthday

Tonight I had an errand to run, then I went WAY out to the suburbs to Lynne’s to borrow something. (More on that tomorrow night.) We figured out how to transfer six months worth of photos from her camera to her computer. Among them was one from my birthday party. I liked it because Tim is in it, but I also liked it because it looks like I’m blessing my friends. This is right after we walked in the door of the restaurant and I was trying to comprehend who all was there.

Since I ventured outside the Loop tonight, I filled my gas tank out there with $2.79/gallon gas. Which is good, because here in the hood, it’s ranging from $2.89 to $2.95/gallon. Gougers.

Lynne, I hope everyone who’s ailing out there is well soon. I’ll have pictures of you-know-what sometime tomorrow. =)

They didn’t break me

About a hundred of us in a gigantic room watched our little tape about our rights and privileges as jurors, then got sworn in, then waited. And waited. Finally a deputy came in and said, “Y’all want me to turn these TVs on to Fox News?” And of course, since I’m in TEXAS, no one shrieked, “NO FOX NEWS! ANYTHING BUT FOX NEWS!” So he turned it on. For nearly two hours, I had to watch Fox News. Plus it was cold. Then he returned, turned off Fox News, and told us we could all leave because they didn’t need any jurors today.

I think what I told Tim is accurate: I was just part of a scientific experiment in which they wanted to see if they could smoke out the liberals by subjecting them to Fox News.

HA! Better luck next time!

Yep, it’s summer

Sometime Friday, I took pity on Guinness’s panting self, closed the windows, and turned on the air conditioner. I’d been putting it off to spite the profiteers. Today, I left The Compound for the first time since… I don’t know when. Wednesday? And HOLY CRAP IT’S HOT. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I’ve been sick.

My mother has been reading poems to a mentally challenged resident of “Shady Pines,” and she wanted to know if I had any books of children’s poetry, because these are apparently favorites. The last time I entrusted any of my children’s books to my mother, I ended up with little golden spines and nothing else–some kind of book-eating bastard bug in the place where she stored my stuff. Not that I’m BITTER or anything, but no, not even for a mission of mercy can she have the meager remnants of my early years. So I went to Half Price Books and bought three volumes of children’s poems. That should keep them busy for a while.

Because I’m not leaving the house again until October.

Sorry, Lindsey

I should have taken a photo of the palmetto bug carcass I just moved from the garage to the trash. But y’all would have just thought we got a fourth dog at The Compound. HUGE!

And it’s definitely breeding season, because one flew in fast and low at four a.m. and barely missed my face. Which is not to say that palmetto bugs breed with my face, but that only the females fly and only during breeding season.

Bitches.

Heat wave, etc.

I think because we’re in the middle of a heat wave (With rolling blackouts! It’s like Enron vs. California all over again!), I was dog-tired last night. I fell asleep around 8 p.m. Unfortunately, that meant I woke up at around 11:30 p.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep. I got LOTS accomplished throughout the night in preparation for our signing.

Now I’m dog-tired again. Tim just brought in gifts from the mailman…
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More springishness

Even though I’m not a mother, I kind of experience some mom things. Like…I’m rarely in holiday photos because I’m always taking them. In the photo albums, there are more pictures of the “kids” (in this case, dogs and Tim) than of the “parents” (me and Tom).

I’m the one who willingly cooks, organizes occasions, bakes birthday cakes. And I’m the one who does stuff like this…

…with a complete sense of acceptance that it likely won’t be done for me.

Since my own mother recently moved into “Shady Pines,” my resignation to being the grown-up who won’t get treated to kid things has become more entrenched. So imagine my surprise when I got to her apartment yesterday to find this:
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Vegetable Chat

As you know, I’m not a huge fan of leaving The Compound during the busy parts of the day. I don’t like standing in line for stuff. Plus I tend to get edgy in this neighborhood when I see too many vehicles with Bush stickers. (Why are they here? Leave us alone!)

But sometimes duty calls, and today, I made a way overdue trip to the grocery store. I thought it wouldn’t be crowded. A lot of people are off today. I figured they’d already done their ham and egg-dyeing buying.

Boy, was I wrong. But it wasn’t so bad. Especially in the produce section, when I deftly caught a red bell pepper that was trying to escape from the Kroger guy who was stocking there. He was probably my age, maybe a little older. These are the things I learned during the conversation that ensued:

1. His wife is an RN who’ll be working Sunday, so he plans to work, too. He’s been doing this job for more than twenty years.

His grown children are all out of town for Easter.

3. He misses Bill Clinton. He likes Al Gore. He can’t stand Bush. He wants him OUT.

4. He says his family’s doing okay, but he doesn’t know how other families are making it. He doesn’t understand why oil company executives have no shame about the extraordinary amounts of money they’re making even as gas prices rise at the pump and their employees’ benefits packages are shrinking.

It’s not always bad to leave the house and meet new people.

One of those anniversary kind of dates

As some of you know (and THANK YOU for the e-mails, cards, notes, LJ posts), March 26 was…um…the yearly anniversary of my 35th birthday. Vigilant readers of THE DEAL may remember that Aaron was thrown a belated surprise birthday party at a local Houston restaurant, Ming’s, and Tom and some of my friends thought it would be fun to do the same for me.

It WAS fun, and not just because of the presents, eggrolls, and the delicious cake. The company was EXCELLENT. I know I have the greatest friends in the world. I got birthday cards from as far away as Sweden (my college roommate), e-mails from all over the country, and phone calls from near and far. Even though I couldn’t be with all my friends, I promise you were well-represented by the wonderful gathering at Ming’s.


Thanks Lindsey, Lynne, Amy, Richard, Tom, Tim, Rhonda, Marla, and Nora for being there, not just tonight but for years spanning 1968 until now. You’re wonderful, and I love you all.