jericho on my shoulder! christina pulled him out of his cage and brought him downstairs tucked in her shirt, and i stole him from her to snuggle him. i love his skin — rough on top, super soft on his belly. i am not his favorite person in the world, though; he doesn’t like the way i smell/taste. (understandable; i smell/taste like CATS.)
a few years ago, christina crocheted me an afghan that looks almost exactly like the pattern of jericho’s skin. super neat.
CAT IN A BOX.
i really love when the cats climb into boxes. theodore does it the most, and it is SO CUTE.
oh my god. my favorite cheftestant got kicked off top chef tonight. i sat through all those commercials about “thinspiration” and everything! i’ll probably wait until top chef is over to watch the other episodes — and i’ll be watching them on the internet, since i really can’t take bravo’s commercials.
(netflix should do a deal with bravo and show top chef streaming. that would make me so happy.)
the guacamole and salsa mom and i had for supper last night was even better tonight. i just mixed the guac with the salsa and ate it all. nom nom nom.
also, yesterday i had my first pumpkin spice latte of the season. it was delicious.
how is zappos the best shoe company ever?
these are, like, a half-inch too long, but if i go a half-size smaller, they won’t be wide enough (and they are double-wide!) — all of these years of wearing only flip-flops and birkenstocks are catching up with me.
these are nice, though, right?
problems: i have only been wearing them for fifteen minutes, but omg whyyyyyyyyy are my toes all covered up and in socks? life is so hard sometimes. the arches are too low, and the shoes are tight over my instep. but. i am going to keep them anyway, i think, because i need a pair of shoes that look like this, and ultimately they are actually pretty decently comfortable. i mean. for shoes. and socks.
today’s theme is total exhaustion. i slept late, but had nightmares all night about bugs (gross), so i woke up exhausted. even after three cups of coffee and a biscuit i was exhausted. and it was a struggle to write — i had to plot and think and plan much more than i did last week, because i’m getting to the part of the book that is more sketchy than the beginning. so i churned out 7500 words, but it took almost six hours, because i had to keep thinking, rereading, editing, thinking. exhausting. even ordering pizza for supper was exhausting, because the pizza guy and i had to do a dance with the box and the receipt and the name signing. trying on my shoes from zappos was exhausting — it turns out that the shoes i ordered were the shoes i wore to lisa’s wedding and then donated because they didn’t fit me comfortably. (note for the future: fitzwell’s “double wide” is actually very narrow, and their shoes run about a half-size small.) i finished i am j by cris beam (d picked me up an arc at bea) and it was exhausting, and now i’m reading mockingjay, which is also exhausting, although for different reasons.
and the cats are all on my nerves.
weekly picture of pancakes! this week it’s strawberry pancakes. i sliced the strawberries and let them macerate in sugar for a while before i started making the pancakes. i thought for a minute or two that i’d drop the strawberries in one by one, the way i do with blueberries, once the pancakes were in the pan. but that didn’t work — the strawberries burned. plus the batter needed to be slightly looser anyway (no humidity today!), so i just dumped in the strawberries with their sugar syrup. the pancakes are slightly pink, but no worse off for it. plus: delicious.
i’m going to have to practice cooking things in the cast iron pan, though — it gets too hot, and then turning down the flame makes it too cold, plus it’s very uneven. i’m used to the teflon pans and compensate automatically; i figure that with a few weeks of practice, i’ll get better at cooking in the cast iron, too, but for now it’s annoying me that i’m not already perfect at it.
missing: digital camera. who knows where it is? it might have fallen behind my bed, and at some point i’ll check. until i find it, pretty much every picture is going to be of my décolletage, since my computer doesn’t have a program with a camera timer on it. blah blah blah. if i’d been able to find my regular camera, i’d've taken a picture of one of these things:
- the cheese straws
- the batter for the blueberry corn muffins
- the finished blueberry corn muffins
- my new cast iron skillet, about which i feel extremely possessive
- the omelet i cooked this morning in the cast iron skillet, with the fried tomatoes and bits of onion and pieces of chives from uncle jeff’s garden
oh well.
i would like to say that i am thinking about knishes in this picture, but i am thinking about knishes now. in this picture, i think i was thinking about how chase bank says it only charges $15 for international wire transfers, but actually they charge $30. screw you, chase bank, you are, like, my least favorite bank since hsbc. oh wait, i hated washington mutual, too.
okay, now back to thinking about knishes.
union square around 845/9 pm. whenever. seriously, these dudes were miming playing instruments. they were also wearing black stocking masks under the white mime masks, so they did not have eyes. it was creepy as hell.
i walked around two miles today, and it was nice — but it is so hot (or, if you like, humid) outside that my clothing is drenched in sweat, and my hair is so wet from sweat it is still, fifteen minutes after i got home, dripping. gross.
i love this ring. the inside ring moves, so i can play with it. which i do. it’s also one of the only rings i have left that go over my knuckles. i am going to be one of those old women with twisted up fingers, i know it. oh well.
