Jeez. It’s like, once upon a time I was out and about, gettin’ shit done. I guess I’m still gettin’ shit done, it’s just that it’s indoors this time. The solitary is surprisingly unoppressive, even though I had to turn down an invitation to homemade fried chicken and waffles this past weekend, and even though I think I will have to skip the Bollywood Disco this coming weekend. In addition, when I was at the gym last week, I was reminded, by the overhead television sets, that I also missed out on MTV Spring Break in Cancun. Ah, well. Maybe I am a samurai after all, what with the bed before midnight and the waking with the sun, and the fiendish single-mindedness all around. I even almost have the freezing cold waterfall showers down, thanks to the plumbing acting up in this place. But yes, so, inside is good. Inside happenings include:
in the morning, putting on Leontyne Price singing Verdi, and then, with a butter knife, conducting both the swelling orchestra, and the toast in the toaster;
accidentally falling asleep on the fluffy rug when I lay down to look at some papers I’d put on the floor because there wasn’t any space left on the table;
turning up the Aretha Franklin and the Otis Redding and dancing about the kitchen making a chicken curry dinner that, when all was said and done, ended up being five chicken curry dinners with varying permutations and combinations of vegetables;
sitting in the window and watching the Saint Patrick’s Day parade go by. The dancing girls were very, very foot-tappingly cute, and the NYPD marching band was very, very rousingly good. We like parades a lot;
hearing, like the announcement of Spring, a car going down the street honking “La Cucaracha.”
Also, oh!, apparently inside is so good that, remember when there was some talk of my house being photographed for a magazine?, okay, so, holy two-day photo shoot and possibly the cover of that issue, Batman!, the glam session is in a week.
in the morning, putting on Leontyne Price singing Verdi, and then, with a butter knife, conducting both the swelling orchestra, and the toast in the toaster;
accidentally falling asleep on the fluffy rug when I lay down to look at some papers I’d put on the floor because there wasn’t any space left on the table;
turning up the Aretha Franklin and the Otis Redding and dancing about the kitchen making a chicken curry dinner that, when all was said and done, ended up being five chicken curry dinners with varying permutations and combinations of vegetables;
sitting in the window and watching the Saint Patrick’s Day parade go by. The dancing girls were very, very foot-tappingly cute, and the NYPD marching band was very, very rousingly good. We like parades a lot;
hearing, like the announcement of Spring, a car going down the street honking “La Cucaracha.”
Also, oh!, apparently inside is so good that, remember when there was some talk of my house being photographed for a magazine?, okay, so, holy two-day photo shoot and possibly the cover of that issue, Batman!, the glam session is in a week.
posted by stellou at 4:09 AM
2 Comments:
If you have any leftover chicken curry meals, send one over, won't you? What "varying P&C [ha!] of vegetables" do you put in your curry, besides potatoes and carrots?
What magazine is this, since it's not InStyle? This isn't our friend who writes for WSJ, is it?
Eh, solly, all chicken curries have been eaten. Oh, no, wait, still one in the freezer, yay! Varying P&C... (eh, dee-why-dee-ex...HA HA.)... ok, so, the first one was eggplant and grape tomatoes, the second one was eggplant and grape tomatoes and baby corn cut into flower shapes, and the third and fourth ones were grape tomatoes and baby corn cut into flower shapes and straw mushrooms. You will note neither potatoes nor carrots.
The magazine, can we very quietly say, is called Bargain Style. It's an offshoot of Better Homes and Gardens, targeted to young people. So far I think the count is at least three, of people saying "What in your house is bargain?!" So maybe the luxe leather ottoman won't be making it into the story, while the framed-and-hung postcards and random doodles will...
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