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Did I say I never wanted to eat again? That phase has passed. Now I want to eat everything in sight. But I know better, so I won’t.
Meanwhile, I discovered tonight that baby food is kind of tasty.
Speaking of babies, Lisa’s Ryan turned one on the 12th, and I was so wrapped up in going to New Orleans that I forgot to send him a card. Oddly, it looks like he may have partied just fine in spite of my thoughtlessness.
My new best friends:
My other best friends with their new accessories:
Guinness: Lady in Red.
Margot: Devil With the Blue Dress.
Meanwhile, in his own apartment, oblivious to the girls:
I lost eight pounds in less than 24 hours. I don’t recommend this method. I never want to eat again.
And I’m too weak to open the garage door.
I promise never to pick on Lindsey and Rhonda again.
And referencing my previous post, how does the end of this era affect LJ readers? LESS PHOTOS!
I knew we would see damage from Katrina, and we did. What I wasn’t prepared for was the damage we’d see from Rita.
I’m so tired that I can’t do a decent LJ entry. Last night, I wrote a lengthy one from our hotel, only to find out when I tried to update LJ, that the wireless service I paid for wasn’t until midnight on Sunday, but midnight on Saturday.
Bye, post, lost somewhere in cyber space.
More later. With photos.
James,
hails from Becky’s On Hobson’s Wharf in Portland, Maine. I love the “staff” section of Becky’s site.
Two different people talked about my cornbread on their Live Journals, so here’s a few hundred words from me on that.
Continue reading “The thing about cornbread”
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.
