Monday, November 25, 2002

this once sold on ebay

"What a lovely surprise to discover how un-lonely being alone can be."

Ellen Burstyn

I stayed up too late fooling with the Internet connection. Isn't it funny how lost we feel without an Internet connection? It's like oxygen. Not so TV, really. Sure, you sometimes want to see a particular program. But the Internet? It's like electricity...you really miss it and realize your dependency if continuous service is threatened.

So I'm tired this morning. It's colder and a little cloudy.

But I call my friend Pam and go get her and take her to Westwood where he hit tennis balls. She's much better than I am. She once played seriously. We have a drink after and I take her home and go home and shower.

Dad comes over. We discuss things and he reads a while. I'm working on sorting pictures for this project I am working on making an ABC book (with a few colors and numbers thrown in) especially for my great nephew Jack.

We go downtown about 1:30, sign some papers at the lawyer's office and drop something at the Post Office. We take the scenic route home through campus.

I work on my project. I keep looking for pictures I know I have and can't find and I keep finding pictures I'd forgotten about.

FFP has cabin fever and wants to go to the grocery store. We buy three sacks of coffee, some catfish, a frozen pizza and frozen lasagna (what can I say...I left him alone in the frozen aisle), some frozen puff pastry, two cartoons of fresh grated Parmesan. At home he has the catfish and a spinach salad. I leave the puff pastry out to thaw. Later I use a recipe to make 'cheese straws' with the pastry and the cheese and some spices (which I change in the recipe). They come out pretty good even though I don't have a rolling pin or a pastry brush (I used a big glass and a paper towel). Actually I may have a pastry brush somewhere. Anyway. They come out kind of like cheese twist rolls but they are good and I have a couple with some spinach salad. I don't know what possessed me to want to make these.

We watch Boston Public and later CSI Miami. I read papers and work the NY Times crossword. I go back and forth, working on my project. Finally I finish it. (Of course, when I proof it I'll probably decide to redo some pages.)

I didn't really accomplish much today and yet I feel like I'm getting things done. I have a couple of household chores to do. Instead of doing them, I tell myself I'll do them as soon as I get up in the morning. Change the bed. Wash the sheets. Wash the bathmats. Clean up the dishes. Take out trash. Nothing too serious. But the maid is coming and, you know, you have to clean up.

Around midnight I hear the promised rain coming. Rainy and cold. Great sleeping. Goodnight.

JUST TYPING
Not accomplishing much.
And yet. I never made this recipe.
Nor created a book like this for my nephew.
I've learned a few things.
Just today.