It has been a ridiculously busy week — and it’s only Monday night. The weekend was insane and we are still tired. I think it may be a while before we pull ourselves together. My birthday is on the agenda for next Friday and I’ve been getting birthday cards and some absolutely AMAZING art supplies. Owen gifted me with the 150 pencil Prismacolor set. This particular one has an extraordinary selection of pastels as well as the best collection of yellow through orange tones I’ve ever seen as well as a lot of earth tones.
It’s an amazing set. The only thing stopping me from using it right now is that my right hand needs rest. No amount of splinting will help. So, I’m resting it which means not starting any new projects.
What’s the strangest thing In your refrigerator?
Right now, nothing, but we just got a new refrigerator. Give it a few months and I guarantee there will be something yucky hiding in the back somewhere. Right now, though, it’s clean and pure — perfection in stainless steel.
Would you rather hear the music of Johann Sebastian Bach played by a barbershop quartet or a heavy metal band?
Well, there was this group:
It turns out, Bach can handle a nice little back beat. I remember this (original) group from when I was in college, music majoring. I bought the album — it was all Bach and aside from that light jazz drumming — a Capella vocals. My piano teacher really liked it. I don’t think heavy metal would do it, but pure vocals worked shockingly well.
These were the original Swingle Singers (born in 1962).
If you could erase on event from history, which one would you erase?
Definitely the election of Trump. It’s not that he made everything bad. He just made anything that was already bad much MUCH worse.
If your food is bad at a restaurant, do you say something?
How bad does it have to be? Because we do not suffer from excessively fine cuisine here in the valley. On a good day, the food is okay. On a bad day, it can be inedible. There is little point in complaining. Around here, edible IS good. There are a couple of exceptions, but mostly? Our restaurants are pathetic.
You can complain about bad service because you can hope for improvement there, but complaining about food? Unless you just like making a fuss, there’s not much point in bothering. If you don’t LIKE the food, unless it’s so bad you are in fear of food poisoning, your only recourse is to learn to cook the stuff you like. Or take a vacation in a place, like — Paris? San Francisco? Montreal? Someplace notorious for great restaurants. But not the Blackstone Valley. Here, edible is great food.
First of all, we got a refrigerator and we didn’t have to buy it. It isn’t new, but it was a very expensive machine and it was just two years old when the guy who owned it moved to a house that had (do you believe it?) an even bigger refrigerator. I can’t even imagine a bigger refrigerator because this one is huge, but he lives in a huge house — and has five kids too and a really big refrigerator is probably a good thing.
So with wrong measuring and all of that, we ended up with an amazing refrigerator and a rearranged kitchen that feels much roomier. A lot of mess got cleaned up and we got rid of a lot of junk.
Despite significant misadventures, it all worked out better than anyone imagined. You have to be grateful when a plan doesn’t come together yet the end result is great. Go figure, right?