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Somebody Talk to Drew, Please!

This morning my honey and I had a conversation. It started with a question from me to Drew: “How does this whole Kindle, Nook thing work? Can you buy a book for the Kindle and read it on a Nook?

I have a Droid with Nook software. You can download. . . . .”  A half hour later, my head spinning, I lovingly interrupted Drew and said probably the only thing that would get him to pay attention and stop chatting: “Are you ready for breakfast? Do you want eggs?”

If the conversation were reversed and Drew asked me the Nook/Kindle question — which would never happen — I would respond in one of three ways: a.) yes, b.) no, c.) not sure. Simple and to the point. Maybe not enough information for some people but it would work for me.

So, anyway, the mention of food stopped him for the moment. I can’t hear much with the exhaust fan over the stove loudly sucking up any hint of smoke and smells. (Sometimes I turn the fan off just so the house can fill up with the aroma of home cooking — imagine baking an apple pie and having the whole neighborhood inhaling the scent while the house smells of  . . . nothing!) So I tended to the eggs and toast and Drew read the paper.

But when I sat back down with my morning milkshake, Drew continued, “You know about Apple’s subscription service . . ” Me says, “Books?”  He says, “No, music.”

I love him but he needs someone to talk WITH. You know, conversation — which implies two ways.

Weather report today:  No surprise — We are off to the city tonight for an outdoor concert at Summerstage in Central Park — Arctic Monkeys. Not only do I get to stand for the entire concert but there is a 50% chance that I will be standing in the pouring rain. Thunderstorms predicted!


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“Whoa this sounds good.” Yes, you guessed it, Drew’s morning comment. He speaks and I  jot it down, along with whatever else he said. So I’m looking at my note at this very moment and all I can make out is the above quote. Now if I can remember what Ask Amy was about without searching through the paper that would be just dandy, wouldn’t it? But here I am, sitting at the dining room table – – breathe deep, deeper, stop thinking and it will come. Ah, nope, nothing. Must have cicada on the brain!

The following definition was taken from wikipedia: The personal blog, an ongoing diary (yes, yes, I think this is me) or commentary by an individual (eh, not so much), is the traditional, most common blog (you mean I am not marching to the sound of a different drummer?). Personal bloggers usually take pride in their blog posts (well I try to but on a daily basis there are bound to be mistakes), even if their blog is never read (Boo hoo, maybe recipes would help). Blogs often become more than a way to just communicate; they become a way to reflect on life (sounds like therapy to me, I like it), or works of art (I’m all for adding pictures). Blogging can have a sentimental quality.(Sentimental? I don’t think so but I’ve been wrong before.)

So I’m writing a personal blog. I still need a category. I also need to write the About You section but I can’t seem to figure out how to do it – – working on it now. But first I better put a load of dirty clothes in the washer. (You know I could be twittering this!)

Hannah is a vegetarian. In fifth grade Hannah and her friend, Meredith, decided to give up meat. What amazed me the most was how Hannah gave up her favorite food – –  McDonald’s hamburger – –  just like that! No looking back. It is now 13 years later and she is still totally vegetarian (not vegan, she loves her eggs.) Drew and I gave up meat some time during the summer. It happened when we went to a Pretenders concert in Central Park, Hannah picked up a PETA newsletter and left in the backseat of Drew’s car. He read it. And that was that. I’m fine with no meat. I made fish and prepared lots of  lentils, beans, squashes, apparently stuff with lots of carbs. Why am I writing this now? Because we started eating meat again, but not too much.

Last night we had a great vegetarian meal. I made the hot and sour with tofu instead of pork. Tonight I decided to make some ethiopian dishes – – collards with nit’ir qibe and doro we’t (ethiopian chicken stew.) I went to Waldbaum’s for a Murray’s chicken but they only had Perdue. The label read “cage-free.” Seemed like a marketing ploy. They got me, I bought a chicken. Is Murray’s a better, happier chicken? Is it better to be cage-free and then slaughtered? Does it taste better? Do I feel better about this? I searched the internet for answers. I thought about the book I read by Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals, and seriously folks, I’m not feeling good about this. I’m going to make the chicken because it wouldn’t be right to waste a dead chicken. I was okay ordering ribs at a restaurant but, still, as in the past, I am not okay when I have to buy dead meat. Oops, babbling am I?  Probably time to put the clothes in the dryer. Gotta go.

“You never have to worry if the fish on your plate had to suffer. It did.” (from Eating Animals)

Great, I love my veggies, but don’t plants have feelings too?

Way over my word count.

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