I woke up feeling morbid today. Like I had one foot in the grave. All because I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep. I had fallen asleep watching Channel Nada, Worthless TV. When I woke up, my addled brain began chasing lethargic butterflies of insomnia…
I woke up today hearing voices – one of them said, “Clean the garage.” The others said, “ Go back to sleep.” So I rolled over and went back to sleep and had another bad dream, this one about cleaning out the refrigerator.
I dread the holidays. All that cooking. Not that I actually do it. I can’t remember the last time I dressed or stuffed a turkey. That’s Howard’s job now. But if I did, I have a few special ideas I’d like to try. Like Popcorn Stuffing. I found a recipe somewhere for “Popcorn Stuffing”. Now that sounded really interesting. Innovative.
We all have them, irrational fears. Fears of things we shouldn’t be scared of, things we would not give a hoot about. If only we just didn’t think about them. Here are a few of my own, and maybe a few of some people you know….
Most South Floridians have accents that originated from the Northeast. They do not and probably never will “speak southern”. But, since understanding each other is part of daily civility, here are a few more southern words with definitions and uses…
Now don’t get me wrong, we are both equal in this house, but I have this husband who has a set of rules that he thinks he can enforce. Not that he will consciously admit to these unspoken rules but here they are:
Vacuum cleaners. I hate housework, especially vacuuming the house. Not that I won’t do it, but before breakfast??? It was 6 o’clock this morning when Howard emerged from the bedroom. Instead of the usual sleepy trudge, he’s hauling ass to the utility closet and clutching his throat. At first I was impressed, I’ve never seen him so awake this early.
Reunions bring out the worst in me. My facebook site is full of posts on an upcoming high school reunion. I haven’t decided whether or not to go. I just looked at the list of potential attendees and, even with the absentees, it will be a big group. It’s gonna take me days to go over this list.
Today, the mail brought an advertisement from a prominent medical bulletin. I won’t say who it was, but you’ve probably received at least a few, if not too many. They always arrive with some great reason why your health depends on subscribing to their newsletter.
All parts of a conch are supposed to be edible, which is okay if you don’t mind eating intestines and brains (however small conch brains may be). But a conch’s foot has the best white meat -not to be confused with pork- and if you don’t mind eating the equivalent of an overgrown escargot, conch fritters are delicious, grease and all!