I want an isomething.
I sit in the car and write some really good stuff in my head. It’s easy. The music is blasting. I stare out the window, occasionally Drew will point to a passing car, or comment on a lousy driver — I smile and continue the drama going on in my head. It always reads so well. A beginning, middle, end, and lot of good stuff in between. I keep thinking that when I get home i could write this all down for tomorrow’s post. But instead I come home and dribble out a few broken sentences — sort of like this — and it just doesn’t have the same ring to it. And now I am wordless. So that is why I am thinking I want an isomething. I’m just not sure which one. An ipad seems big but the others seem too small.
On Friday Hannah was showing me the apps on her iphone. I love her weather app — today will be warmer than yesterday. I love it. And she also has a compass. What more can I ask for?
“AT&T lets your phone talk and search at the same time.” Oops that was my tv talking.
Think I hear Drew’s car in the driveway. Quiet day and not much to say. Getting tax info together, listening for the squirrel (nothing today) and making dinner. Tilapia again. Can’t make any high smokin’ meals til my fan is fixed. How did I live without it?
Where’s that book I just took out of the library? Can’t remember who recommended it — either Carol or Janet. Found it — A Blessing On the Moon, by Joseph Skibell. The first page passed the readability test so I took the book out. Also took out the memoir, Blood, Bones, and Butter, The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef, by Gabrielle Hamilton. Read about it in the NYT Book Review. “Magnificent. Simply the best memoir by a chef ever. Ever.” — Anthony Bourdain
Must return to my kitchen to finish up dinner — tilapia again, string beans, and quinoa salad.
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