I posted a funny link about "If Famous Writers Had Written Twilight" and a review of Beowulf on the Beach. I commented on Target using a child model with Down syndrome. And, apparently, I was working a lot: Pandora, how did I ever work (freelance editorial gigs) in the middle of the night without you? It's all '90's-style alternative blasting in here! (Lit, Green Day, The Offspring, Blink 182, Jimmy Eat World, etc.) Happy.
Lunch conversation with my 4-1/2 year old: Mommy, what if I had a dream and inside the dream I had another dream, and inside the dream-within-a-dream I had another dream?
- She actually said "dream within a dream." I asked her how she thought of this mind-blowing idea, and she said, "It's just in my brain." Philosophy for preschoolers.
- My dad: And then again we might all be parts of her dream, and when she wakes up where will that leave us.
- Dad, I'll pass along your suggestion in the morning. She'll either love it, or never sleep again. Time will tell!
- She settled on ten levels of dreams and she found the idea that the rest of us could be figments of her dream that would disappear upon awakening hilarious. Not disturbing or terrifying, hilarious. (Of course she's also excited to go off to college. I guess she's just about ready. Once she learns to read.)
I just rubbed my eyes very thoroughly. Took off my glasses and everything. Unfortunately, about 30 minutes ago I made a nice, spicy salsa. Alas. Poor eyes.
- My dad: The club is large but the dues only need be paid once.
- Me: Dad, on a related note, I am REALLY enjoying the new knife you got me for Christmas! We've had tons of fresh veg, salsa, salads, etc.
- Me in 2013: Dad told me to bring my knife home every time I came up, and he'd get it sharpened. It could really use a good sharpening now. Boo.
- Later: We did not get that snow day. Or any other snow day!
Don't Carpe Diem!
My response: I hear this every day at least once. I do try to live in the moments, and I do love what I do and I do feel very fortunate. But sometimes I'm also pretty tired. (Like now, when I can't go to sleep because I'm waiting for the baby to go to sleep and he might not evereverever go to sleep until he moves out into his own dorm room so that he can sleep through his noon Chemistry class.) I try not to feel judged by these comments, but I do occasionally wish that instead of an admonishment to do something more (enjoy every moment, even the stinky ones!) a housekeeper who loves scrubbing floors and swapping out size 4 clothes for size 5 clothes would show up.
"Sherlock Holmes - A Game of Shadows does have one trick up its sleeve that makes it a worthy companion to its predecessor: the upgrading of the homo-erotic subtext to clear-as-day text." From Simon Miraudo at Quickflix. Also, really fun movie. :)
Next is an embarrassing video of me hosting a science/cooking birthday party for Ada (5). No need to revisit that!
I am making homemade salsa with ghost chili (Bhut Jolokia). I am concerned. I will be wearing gloves. That's a mistake I don't need to make twice! (Or at least not twice this month...)
- Result: I only used one pepper in the bowl of salsa (two tomatoes or one can of petite diced tomatoes, dried spices/seasonings/peppers, plus the ghost pepper). The pepper had a strongly smoky, chipotle-like taste and was hotter than when I usually add 3 jalapenos or serranos to the same amount of tomato. Not too bad, though. Not my favorite flavor (I prefer a "brighter" taste) but not painfully hot to eat, either. Paul Boal really liked it.
- My dad: Are you sure you went to the library?
- Finding: We left the books at the library.
A year later I'm thinking:
- Hey, wow, I miss my dad.
- I also miss having my Ada with me all day. But she's loving full day kindergarten!
- Teddy is an awesome sleeper now. In fact, I almost forgot that he ever wasn't!
- And I'm still working on the perfect salsa recipe.