My conscience
bothers me on a Sunday when I’m too lazy to go to church, but today I told
myself that I was still tired, recovering from the hospital stay. I’ve got to
stop giving myself that message. Resolve: to get out more, to exercise more.
Because,
tonight, good news. Our neighbors, who are both doctors, came over to catch up
with my health. It was extremely kind of them, but we wanted them to know so
that if I have an episode and want immediate help, I can call them. The good
news part is that my heart rhythm is regular—no a fib. I pray that it stays
that way. A little learning is a dangerous thing, and of course I have a theory
about what caused the a fib and why it’s gone, but I won’t go into that. I
honestly do feel better—but still tired.
Wrote my
thousand words today and piddled the rest of the day. We had a picnic tonight—that’s
sort of what we call it when we eat in the cottage instead of at the dining
table inside. But the dining table apparently is still full of now-clean dishes
from last night’s dinner party, and homework has been added to the mix.
Christian fixed barbecue chicken in the crockpot and, lacking any other buns,
served it in hot dog buns.
A belated
thought about last night’s dinner party: I entertained often in the house, with
frequent dinner parties of six or eight (plus me, always adding the odd
number). I am delighted that Jordan and Christian have taken up that custom,
and invite me most of the time—It’s truly a pleasure to still sit at my usual
place by the kitchen door (Jordan calls it my princess chair) and enjoy the
conversation and good food. Christian is a good cook and also an adventuresome
one. Last night we had bulgogi, a Korean dish he made of flank steak. Megan had
given him the recipe, saying her boys loved it. It was the first time in a long
while that I’ve had flank steak that wasn’t too chewy—and I attribute that to
Christian’s carving it really thin. The marinade made it delicious, so thanks
to Christian and, secondhand, to Megan.
After the
picnic, Jacob brought his homework out. Christian was puzzled by some grammar
questions, but I found a secret long ago to pronoun usage. Suppose the sentence
given is “We and them wanted to go to dinner.” Instead of trying to remember
the rule, break it into two sentences. You would say, “We wanted to go to
dinner,” but not “Them wanted to go to dinner.” Clearly it should be “they.” I
thought my explanation was wonderful, but I fear Jacob was a bit confused. Oh
well, I’m sure it’s not the last time I’ll repeat that little lesson.
Busy week coming
up. Doctor and dentist, a radio interview, and the biggie of the week—my launch/signing
for Pigface and the Perfect Dog. I
hope if you’re close by, you have it on your calendar. At the Wine Haus just
down Park Place and across the tracks, closer to Eighth Avenue, 5:00-7:00 p.m.
Come enjoy fun and fellowship. I’ll post a graphic on Facebook tomorrow.
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