Sunday, January 3. Moving Junk Around. The Saints Versus Zea. I spent the first half of the day moving stuff into my new office storage furniture. I was pleased that this process resulted in winnowing out two overstuffed garbage bags full of junk. I'm sure I'd come up with twice that much if I went through everything in there.
For example, I'm beginning to look at my collection of LP records as not a treasure but a liability. I love all the music involved, but an overwhelming majority is now available easily through web downloads. And what about the turntable and receiver that take up three square feet of precious space on my desk? I'm not quite ready to part with all of that, but I see the day coming.
Mary Leigh went across the lake for one last day of hanging with friends before school resumes tomorrow. Mary Ann wanted to watch the Saints game, and went at lunchtime to Zea. She's a regular there now, and doesn't have to worry whether they'll object to her taking up a table for three hours. I joined her near the end of the first half, in which the Saints second sting was losing to. . . well, as usual, it didn't register who the opponents were.
I was in the mood for ribs. Zea's ribs are not barbecued, but steamed or baked or something, then walked across the grill to get a little char and a hint of smoke. Then they slather on that Thai-style barbecue sauce of theirs. Ribs that come to life only because of the sauce are not my favorites--I like stiff, smoky ribs--but there's no way I could say I didn't enjoy the half rack of the things I had for lunch today. Made even better by the red beans and corn grits. It was enough to make this another one-meal day, by the end of which I had an office through which I can walk without having to stop, move something out of the way, and squeeze through, the way it was two days ago.
Zea. Covington: 110 Lake Dr 985-327-0520. Eclectic.
