Sunday, August 12, 2012.
Unreal Meals. Stymied, But. . .
Today I did not have what I would have considered a real meal ten years ago. The usual oranges-toast-coffee breakfast was followed a few hours later by a few slices of muffuletta meats and cheeses. A few hours more, and Special K in two forms: six herb-flavored crackers, and a handful of the almond-vanilla cereal. After returning from a run to the grocery and the hardware store in late afternoon, a medium green salad with Sal & Judy's house dressing went down. Eight semi-sweet chocolate chips around nine, with a cup of café au lait with a half teaspoon of sugar.
"Gourmet Starves Self," the headlines will say.
I wanted to get two things done before the Marys return from the Olympics in London on Tuesday. Cut the grass, and install a new outdoor light over the carport. (The old one has been inoperative for about three years, because the bulb for it is no longer manufactured anywhere in the world.)
The light fixture is what sent me to the hardware store, for some wire nuts and silicone sealant. I got right back to work on the project, but found numerous problems. After sweating and cursing for an hour in light too dim to see what I was doing, I gave up and went to the lawnmower. Which would not start.
I am not singing enough. Singing makes my voice improve, and I've noticed some weakness there lately. I downloaded about fifty karaoke tracks and worked with them for about an hour.
It's lonely here.
