Friday, May 6, 2011.
Picking Up My Marbles. More Panang Curry.
Second round of physical therapy today. I learned a new trick: how to pick up marbles with my toes. I can do thirteen in sixty seconds. If this isn't an Olympic event, it ought to be.
On the way home, we stopped at Thai Spice for an order of panang curry, my new favorite. The blend of spices in that formulation of Thai curry is more complex than the others. Every bite, I pick up a flavor I hadn't noticed in the bites before. They make it for me in the less-Americanized way, with so much sauce that it's on the verge of being a soup. About the same texture as bouillabaisse. Lots of vegetables. Very spicy, just the way I like it.
I gobbled that up with relish, and went back to work. The Marys went out for the afternoon and didn't return until the end of the radio show. I wasn't hungry, so I made some café au lait and spent the rest of the evening fiddling around with the deep back end of the website--the MySQL database. I'm trying to figure out how to change a setting in two thousand articles with one action. I'm almost to the point where that doesn't make me nervous.
While doing that, I listened to a gorgeous young singer named Jane Monheit. She's sexy and alluring and sings my kind of music. But she goes a shade off key here and there, and that means I can't listen to her, lest I pick up her off-notes in my own already off-key singing. (Best singer to listen to for getting the right notes in one's head: Jo Stafford.)
After I gave Jane up, I pulled up a bunch of versions of a song I have come to love lately: My Heart Stood Still. An equal number of men and women have sung it, with equal success. But the emotions they inject are very different. A few odd notes in that melody make it hard to sing. But I sing it anyway. The only person I have to please is me.
Thai Spice. Covington: 1531 US 190. 985-809-6483.
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