|Why this song today? Why not. I went to pick up my pile of dry cleaning I took in last week...the thing about deadlines is that you don't need that much clothes to work in, especially not clothes that need to be dry cleaned. People would probably be surprised to find out what I'm wearing when they call. So, I finally collected all the dry cleaning that needed to get done from all of the closets, hampers and garage and took it in — $200 worth! Jeez. As you can tell, I'm trying to stay away from the topic of the day, although it will probably creep back in momentarily.
Then I went over to Lunardi's to mail an overnight corrected proof to a book compositor, and found that there was "no guarantee" on any overnight mail, of even when it would get there.... I sent it anyway and went over to Lunardi's to bask in the wonderfully flirtatious glow of my handsome boys at the fish counter. Now, I've talked to other women who feel the butchers/fish guys at this place have the same affect on them — it's not just me. Anyhow...on with this somewhat (mostly) meandering story.... Although a vegetarian, I have carnivorous animals. I got a pound of chicken livers for my cats and the other little animals who gather outside for a meal in the evening. And I got some sushi for me; eel.
While in line I heard one of the young checkers (a guy about 19) say he was heading for Canada. The city I live in is known as one of the best cities to live in Northern California. It's also very boring and white bread. When my strange neighbors across the street put up an obnoxious white picket fence, it nearly killed me. I told them they might just find me impaled on it if they went through with it. Needless to say, this did give them some added enthusiasm for the project. So, each year I do my holiday scene which consists of those big woven-stick reindeers (what is the formal name for those things?) in formation; mostly on their backs, in sexual positions or on their sides being led by a skeleton with a Santa hat on. I've tried duplicating the scene on the roof, but it's much too windy in this canyon for that kind of Tomfoolery at that time of year.
On my way home, the high school kids were just getting out. I saw that a good many of them leaving the parking lot had flags taped and wrapped around the hoods of their cars. I also saw many of them with flag attire, and even saw one kid with what looked like a Grateful Dead stars and stripes top hat who was playing songs on the corner of the street with a banjo. Nearly every house, with some exceptions, including my own, has a flag somewhere on it. Welcome to Suburbia in crisis.
I went to go cook the livers when I got home. My parents recently visited for my birthday, and they are fabulous with gifts. This year I was a bit more surprised than usual. I received this 27-piece set of Wolfgang Puck cookware. Now, loving LA the way I do, he has always been one of my favorite people. He also always throws a great Oscars party. Well, what many of you probably don't know about me is that when I cook (maybe four times a year), it's wonderful and people remember those meals for years afterward. The majority of the time, I call Waiters on Wheels for a sushi or Thai delivery. Well, when I got this huge set of pans all I could think of was that I needed to get a bigger kitchen in a bigger house. This set is lovely, brushed steel and glass tops. Believe me, I've never been so excited about cooking stuff. I also thought, hey, if I want to cook, I could probably get by without washing pots and pans for a month. You see, I am no Suzi Fucking Happy Homemaker. I've always been fortunate to find wonderful men in my life (unfortunately, the exceptions are the ones I've married) who are wonderful cooks. So, I am, today, cooking for the cats. They love a lot of fine white wine with their chicken livers.
Anyway, I cooked the livers and they're cooling now. I went to sit down at my desk and eat a late eel (in so many ways) lunch. The plastic container flipped and went tumbling onto the carpet; before I could apply the two-second rule, the cats had ravaged it. My cats are partly vegetarian — they love rice and vegetables. So, my eel was gone. I did have some spicy tuna pieces in another container that sufficed.
I have not turned on the news all day and I've been working on my book. I am sleepy and The World Internet Center is going to meet in an hour. I have a ton of clothes I can wear all cleaned and pressed, but I think I just want to stay home tonight. Maybe not, I probably won't know for another hour when there's still time to get to Stanford.
What I'm trying to say today is that no matter how much you want the eel, on some days, you may just end up with spicy tuna.
(this is actually Japanese and not me being obscene again)