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Thursday, February 24, 2005
THANK YOU CALTRANS Well, after driving for an hour and half to get to MHS, I managed to retrieve TGG and return home in only two and a quarter hours! Route to MHS: Take Sunset to the 405 north, begin talking to Nancy X. and miss the exit for the 101 northwest, realize mistake many miles later, hang up in a panic, turn around, and drive 75 mph back to the 101 transition. Take the 101 with 10 billion other folks, listening to Bookworm on KCRW, almost miss the Kanan Dume exit and have to cross three lanes quickly to make it. No sweat. Carefully drive down the canyon, observing crumbling bluffs and avoiding rocks and mud, and hang a right at PCH. Decide to go to Starbucks for a coffee before picking up TGG. Head back over to MHS and there he is: The Guitar God. Yeah! Route home: Leave MHS and appreciate the fact the TGG has borrowed a Megadeath CD from his buddy Michael which we will listen to on the way home. Take PCH to Kanan Dume. Drive the twelve miles over the hill, taking an entire hour, then hook onto the 101. Head southeast with twenty billion other folks, and wing onto the 405 south with thirty billion other folks. Grit your teeth and finally exit at Sunset. I can appreciate the fact that Caltrans has my utmost safety in mind by closing PCH along the coastal route (our daily route) however, I think at this point I'd like to sign a release and take my chances that the 12 ton boulder hanging over the roadway at Big Rock will not fall upon my Behemoth as I pass by. TGG will be absent tomorrow.
FRUIT FETISH Mr. B and I stopped by the market to pick up a few things, and I knew that he would do his usual damage: sour cream and onion potato chips, cheese puffs, cheese popcorn, giant goldfish, popsicles, iced oatmeal cookies, several large bags of candy, and a few sponges. Just the usual. Well, surprise, surprise. Mr. B passed all of these things by without a second glance and kept pointing over to the produce section. Mr. B shopped with intense focus, and finally settled on a mango, and persimmon, and a tomatillo. He desperately wanted a pumpkin, but hey, way out of season. Well enough. Then he went back for a large bunch of bananas. Fine then. We checked out and returned safely home. Once back at the ranch, he raided the fridge, pulling out leeks, broccoli, tomato, shallots, onion, and cantalope (which I did help him cut into a neat smiling wedge). Mr. B has been fascinated with his produce all afternoon and and has enjoyed peeling away the layers of the onion, whose scent has pervaded the house and promted the Hungarian Nanny to open all the doors, as the onion scent gives her a pained sensation right behind the eyeballs. Perhaps this is a first step toward something big. Like maybe a nibble of one of these lovely fruits, or perhaps a budding interest in becoming a produce clerk, sure to win the hearts of housewives everywhere. Time will tell.
Monday, February 21, 2005
ME AND MO As I was taking out the overflowing recycling bag yesterday morning, an errant empty bottle of Orangina toppled out of the bag and directly onto my right foot. One wouldn't think that this would be too harmful, however, I can assure you that the top of my foot, protected only by a thin ped sock, found it entirely offensive. After howling a bit, then hobbling around a bit more, I determined the foot should stop being the center of attention. I gamely put on my athletic shoes and set out for the market. Halfway there I had to pull over and loosen the shoelace on the right foot to the point of being ridiculous. I limped through the market, and came home immendiately limping, whining, and in great pain. Whoever knew one could break a foot bone with an empty Orangina bottle? I iced it, kept it elevated, tried to follow TGG's advice to stay put and relax, and still it was swollen and VERY, VERY painful. It hurt like hell. Finally, a thought came into my pea-brain. Why don't you take something for the pain? Well, since I don't take any kind of "medicine" or other things from that stinky aisle of the market, it hadn't occurred to me. But TGG went and retrieved the box of last resort medicine helpers, and I found a Motrin. Hard to believe, but in about 20 minutes, the pain had almost completely subsided. How can this be possible? How did that Motrin know to go to the top of my right foot? While I could dwell endlessly on the curiosity of this question, I can only delight in the fact that it worked so well. I think that I have found a new friend, my friend Motrin. Even though we've only had one date, I think that me and Mo have a future together.
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