Tea: Blood Orange with ginger and honey
Music: Luscious Jackson, "Naked Eye"
Time: Night.
I was on the phone today, apologizing for asking for yet another repeat of what had just been said.
The conversation ran thusly:
"Sorry that I can't hear you too well. My ear's filled up."
"Why did it do that?"
"I don't know. Maybe because it got a ten-cents-a-gallon discount coupon."
(Giggling)
(Indistinct phone conversation)
"Say again, please?"
Yes, it's allergy season. That has something to do with it. But my left ear fills up at the slightest provocation, no matter what the season.
Wind blowing on it during the day? It'll be full by nightfall. Sudden change in air pressure? Ditto.
I could take decongestants, but they either (a) don't work or (b) work and make me absolutely insane. Wonderful options, those.
In the meantime, I'm self-medicating with ginger. We'll see how that goes.
I'm sorry ... did you say something?
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
Friday, October 5, 2007
Cup XX: If I Had a Million Dollars, I Would Buy a Lot of Kleenex
Tea: Blood Orange, ginger added, with honey (but no Dijon ketchup)
Music: Barenaked Ladies, "If I Had $1,000,000"
Time: Afternoon
Stupid allergies. My head's all full of junk, and tonight's First Friday. Can't miss that. Well, I could. But I'd miss the art -- even if there's not likely to be a Picasso (or a Garfunkel) on hand --and the chance to make contacts.
I'm turning into a schmoozer. Oh, well.
And on top of things, my tendinitis is back for its semiannual visit. Left heel, this time. So I'm using the tea to wash down a couple of ibuprofen, too.
Here's hoping everything kicks in by the time I head down to the Crossroads. If not, I'll be easy to spot (or hear) from a couple of blocks away. Just watch for the limping, listen for the sniffling. But if everything goes right, I'll be unstuffed and fully bipedal. In which case, you'll just have to look for the mismatched socks.
Today's creepy story, selected in haste because the annoyingly law-abiding junior daughter needs the computer for homework. (Doesn't she know Friday afternoons are for slacking?)
M.R. James, "The Mezzotint"
Music: Barenaked Ladies, "If I Had $1,000,000"
Time: Afternoon
Stupid allergies. My head's all full of junk, and tonight's First Friday. Can't miss that. Well, I could. But I'd miss the art -- even if there's not likely to be a Picasso (or a Garfunkel) on hand --and the chance to make contacts.
I'm turning into a schmoozer. Oh, well.
And on top of things, my tendinitis is back for its semiannual visit. Left heel, this time. So I'm using the tea to wash down a couple of ibuprofen, too.
Here's hoping everything kicks in by the time I head down to the Crossroads. If not, I'll be easy to spot (or hear) from a couple of blocks away. Just watch for the limping, listen for the sniffling. But if everything goes right, I'll be unstuffed and fully bipedal. In which case, you'll just have to look for the mismatched socks.
Today's creepy story, selected in haste because the annoyingly law-abiding junior daughter needs the computer for homework. (Doesn't she know Friday afternoons are for slacking?)
M.R. James, "The Mezzotint"
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