…is basically like back bacon. I had a few slices on three thin sandwiches today. I had never had any kind of SPAM before, but kept reading it was delicious. It was. Grilled in skillet.
Mostly lying on the bed all weekend. It is Sunday night. I did not go to mass. I did however go to All Saints and First Friday mass two days ago.
Dishes piled up in the sink to an extraordinary degree. If I don’t do dishes at least once in two days they get overwhelming.
About $5.00 left in the WF account. About $500 coming in on Friday. Rent check goes out tomorrow. Haven’t paid in a couple of months. If the VCF payment doesn’t look like coming through in the next few months, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Wednesday I went to Coliseum at 3 and had my teeth cleaned…because that is covered by insurance. That slender, tall, Persian female dentist is riding me again about getting numbers 2 and 3 pulled. Thinks 2 is cracked. Also wants wisdom tooth #1 out. There is no reason for this. Anyway I have an appointment with her, middle of next week (the 13th) to fill in a couple of cracked fillings on the lower left.
One of the reasons for the sink overflow is that I did some cooking around the 30th. Was seeing Dottie on the 31st. Brought her some of my rutabaga mash and a cup or so of brown rice (Nishiki) and a packet of Chinese mustard (from the cupboard bowl) because her Chinese food delivery left these out. I also attempted to make rutabaga jack-o-lanterns, with knives and then electric drill, but gave up. Bought a $17 bottle of Prosecco for Dottie (mainly) and some v for myself at Shirley’s. Dottie also requested that I haul up a brick that she used to prop open the roof door, but which somehow had migrated to the courtyard out back. I couldn’t find it, we didn’t need it. Cooked chicken on the hibachi. Also homegrown arugula salad and some kind of squash that looked like crab. Yellowjackets buzzing around. Dottie took out her tennis-racket zapper and killed a few.
Wanted fish & chips yesterday morning, so ordered from A Salt and Battery and went downtown on the F train. I’d misremembered the shop as being near Fiddlesticks. No, it’s up around 13th St on Greenwich Ave. Got my haddock and chips, right on time, ate it for lunch then dinner. Later went off to the NYPL Mid-Manhattan to get a book about Flannery O’Connor. Something Greg wants me to review. Very narrow book, like a short dissertation. O’Connor and ambivalence of race. Also got some Skyhorse book about JFK conspiracy. On my way down I saw The Travel Agency, cannabis store. Went into complain about my chocolate edibles being missing one piece. Sissy redheaded white boy at the counter (most in there are nignogs) told me the one mustache-shaped piece is actually correct, it is two portions. I have no way of knowing if that was true, but I suppose I can believe it, given the hell I went through last week, or the 21st. The teenage horrors all popping out, fresh as harvest day. Who would have thought that the sc shame would continue to be lively 50 years later? I appeal to you, ladies and gents. Anyway, I bought a $3.50 can of soda, or something, with a mere 3.5mg of THC, and that was sufficient. I mixed it with vodka yesterday, and got just enough buzz without going over the rails.
Am due for the timer training at the nruns warehouse on Tuesday evening (two nights ahead). Not sure I want to get tied in for being a regular timer, since that involves, among other things, hooking up the electric wires in the mats. But I now have a ThinkPad as well as my MacAir. The ThinkPad that came about 5 days ago is surprisingly heavy, though versatile. It has Windows 10, but supposedly can install Windows 11. You flip the screen around and it becomes a touchscreen tablet. Still very heavy, though, and not as user-friendly as the surviving MacAir.
But the ThinkPad was in remarkably good condition. One crack, NW corner, which I somewhat repaired with superglue.
I registered for an Outlook mail account. M…V…@outlook.com. Haven’t used it.
Do I bring the ThinkPad or the MacAir or nothing to the timer training on Tuesday? Send msg to Jen H and ask.
New York Marathon today. How pathetic it all seems.
Short-term, signed up for the Criterion Channel. Am watching some Coen films. Watched The Big Lebowski all the way through yesterday, and now The Hudsucker Proxy, which is of the same era and mien, to the point where I mixed the two up. None of the Coen films I’ve seen are big on plot, except for Fargo, which is near-perfect in so many ways. And maybe Blood Simple, though I haven’t seen it in nearly 40 years. They tend to be scattershot picaresque. This happens, and that happens, and that leads to this minor plot… The Big Lebowski seemed to be a latter-day comment on Chandler confusion. It’s got Julianne Moore doing a Kate Hepburn routine that is really a retread of the Jennifer Jason Leigh character in The Hudsucker Proxy. Which I have yet to finish…maybe 25 minutes to go.
