i feel a strong urge to write something, anything. the kitchen table is almost clear of junk. i sorted through most of the junk mail last week then li’l pony came to lunch and the remaining paper was shunted off to a nearby bookshelf. some of it has found its way back to the table but it’s not bad. yesterday i also cleaned out the fridge except i forgot the drawers and later simbsy did them. we filled three bags of food trash. i tried to salvage some: i tasted one very old cheese and it tasted so putrid i decided tasting was out and without tasting you can’t salvage things, really. maybe there should be a trigger warning here for marimar. (edited: i put one in the title.)
when li’l pony came to lunch we had a real honest-to-goodness relaxed italian lunch, even though it was a weekday and even italians don’t have such decadent lunches on weekdays, that i know, especially if they need to go to work afterwards. only one of us needed to go to work and he did but not before taking a power nap on the couch, which for some reason made me extremely happy. that one of us was not me. i took a deep three-hour nap in my bed.
we ate a ridiculous amount of halva.
i can still taste the delicious sourness of my schwarma.
all sorts of horrible things are bound to happen in the next couple of weeks, things having to do with the unrelenting progress of time and the steamrolling impact of reality, but for now, yay, good day: clean table, clean fridge, halva, taste of schwarma, friends.
Yay! I love it!
Funny how clearing the table can make a person want to write. It has that effect on me, too. And also my table never gets cleared until I have guests over for dinner. Who’s hungry?
dear major, halva:
i’m hungry.
thanks for directing me to a halva-making video. as you may not know, cooking is one of the activities i try to spend, like, zero time on, so of course i didn’t watch it, but there are other nonnies who LUV to cook! they’re sure to enjoy your instructional input!
namaste!
Bleckpooeyyickhaaaaarf!! There, I feel better. The mice know that Marimar does not speak of the fridge or its dangerous contents. She does not clean the fridge, or look in the fridge. We don’t really know how or what Marimar eats, but we know it does not involve putrid cheese. Thanks for the spoiler.
Love and cheese,
Mar
Marimar, are you talking about that cheese of Islam you like to eat? I’ll take my answer off the air; I need to go plug in my generator before my vacation to one of them Mexican countries