Well, let’s see. What’s left to say. I’m really just killing time because I’m half asleep and don’t want to face the world yet.
We didn’t take the TV. That sucker was HUGE. We hauled it to someone else’s house who wanted it. I’m glad that Sandy didn’t insist upon keeping it. That may have been the last huge load we’ll ever haul in the Rodeo – hooray! I am so looking forward to being SUV-less. Now if we could only become jetski-less.
Seriously, I could probably live in the happy room with the bathroom and the kitchen and be perfectly content.
Tonight I’ll go to the Slow Food board meeting – with what’s left of our board – at Anne-Marie’s house. A-M is a great leader – she is firm but flexible when needed, has a great sense of humor, and doesn’t get intimidated or overwhelmed, which is proving to be the most valuable asset. We’ve talked on the phone nearly every day this week, and she makes me laugh. We are so much alike.
One of the perks of being heavily involved in Slow Food is that I have the opportunity sometimes to meet some awesome people, like Carlo Petrini last year, and I could have met Alice Waters in Charlotte last fall if I had not been in the abyss. Now, a plan to bring Michael Pollan, my absolute top-of-the-list hero, to Greensboro is in motion. I don’t know if it will happen, but if it does, I’m going to be part of it. Considering that I nearly died of teeny bopper glee when he answered an email once, I might have to stock up on smelling salts.
Anyway, I have to figure out what to take to dinner tonight, since it is a potluck. I bought some fennel at Harris Teeter last night, so I’m considering braised fennel and leeks from my garden. Or I could take some veggies out of my freezer and do all homegrown. I really have not felt like cooking lately. I don’t seem to be able to do more than two creative things (at a sustained rate) at once. Right now it is 90% art and 10% gardening, leaving 0% for cooking.
I’m coming to grips this morning with the fact that I just committed all my savings to buying a car. Eek. It’s a good thing that I can’t touch my retirement.
Immediately after I clicked “Publish,” the phone rang and the meeting has been cancelled. So I get a chance to desert the kitchen again today. I’ll try to cook a good dinner anyway. The weekend is the only time I get to do it for the two of us.
slowly she turned 