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Water from my eyes and you on my mind
Jan. 10th, 2007 10:27 pmI sent an internal memo to myself, declaring a temporary moratorium on the following topics (in regards to this journal) as they have been transitioned into the private sector:
1. detachment/analysis regarding my parents
2. writing my novel
3. my daily practice of prostrations and sitting
4. the reading about and drinking of wine I've done to dive into my campaign to become "That Asshole"
So....those crickets you hear chirping are to fill the gap in my inability to generate something else to write about.
How about food.
I get free dinner most every night at work, ordered in bulk and served buffet style for the 8-20 people who are usually eating. There was a campaign from some of the attorneys to get a different menu of choices, and the two main complaints were more healthy options and more meat. This first resulted in having a choice of two salads, instead of one, and a side of sliced grilled chicken arriving on the side. But this week, we had fried chicken. Twice. On Tuesday it was with roasted potatos and salad. Tonight it was sort of maybe oven baked, but like, fried first, then baked with some sort of garlic cheese on top. And the only side was a fruit plate. So I had two pieces of fried chicken, about 30 grapes, and several slices of melon. I thought it was a great dinner. I'm sure there will be complaints tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'm throwing the residual ham bone into a big pot and making a potato bean soap that I'm very excited about. Winter is back with us here in Chicago, and I've become sensitive to it, unable to quickly adjust to even 30 degree temperatures. Except most every night in the two block walk from the train station to the house, I like the chill because I think about how good it will feel to put on slippers and curl up on a couch and drink a glass of heavy red wine and loll off to sleep.
Isht, I just violated rule #4.
1. detachment/analysis regarding my parents
2. writing my novel
3. my daily practice of prostrations and sitting
4. the reading about and drinking of wine I've done to dive into my campaign to become "That Asshole"
So....those crickets you hear chirping are to fill the gap in my inability to generate something else to write about.
How about food.
I get free dinner most every night at work, ordered in bulk and served buffet style for the 8-20 people who are usually eating. There was a campaign from some of the attorneys to get a different menu of choices, and the two main complaints were more healthy options and more meat. This first resulted in having a choice of two salads, instead of one, and a side of sliced grilled chicken arriving on the side. But this week, we had fried chicken. Twice. On Tuesday it was with roasted potatos and salad. Tonight it was sort of maybe oven baked, but like, fried first, then baked with some sort of garlic cheese on top. And the only side was a fruit plate. So I had two pieces of fried chicken, about 30 grapes, and several slices of melon. I thought it was a great dinner. I'm sure there will be complaints tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'm throwing the residual ham bone into a big pot and making a potato bean soap that I'm very excited about. Winter is back with us here in Chicago, and I've become sensitive to it, unable to quickly adjust to even 30 degree temperatures. Except most every night in the two block walk from the train station to the house, I like the chill because I think about how good it will feel to put on slippers and curl up on a couch and drink a glass of heavy red wine and loll off to sleep.
Isht, I just violated rule #4.
