A Misspent Youth... well into adulthood

Two cookies and call me in the morning

Wednesday, July the 23rd at 4:51 AM in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Eight (1 day, 16 hours ago)

t's been a while since I've spent an evening like this. I've wrestled with some mysterious stomach ailment for a number of years, but in the last two it's been somewhat under control. I'm sure I'm due to visit some sort of expert and be prodded via the front door or the back, but as with most medical (and financial, and automotive, and dental...) issues, it's left until it reaches an untenable point and I mumble "uncle."

Tonight was a good night. I got home at a decent hour, and the weather has cooled the last few evenings. On Sunday I picked up our vacuum, fixed by a neighbor, and tonight Sally baked some cookies for him as a thank-you. Generally we can barter beer for services, but with a non-drinker, I vote for Toll House. Though many cookies are baked, their numbers dwindle under my intensive product testing regimen.

We took the cookies over to our neighbor, and he accepted them graciously. I made a note - he didn't put up the false protests many people do in similar situations. When someone does you a favor or shows you a kindness, you make it infinitely more enjoyable for that person when you eagerly and thankfully accept their gesture. Our neighbor did this, and I've decided he's got it right.

We stayed and talked with our neighbor and his wife until well after sunset. Their house is opposite ours across the railroad tracks, so we share a distinctive property feature with them. They have a number of stories related to train wrecks, accidents, and the changes to the village over the years.

After the visit, we came home and made spaghetti. That's sort of a new favorite for "shared" meals. Nothing fancy, but boiling water and a stove is involved, so it rises to the verb of "making" rather than "microwaving." Sally also makes bruschetta, which is pretty delicious, and requires tomatoes, garlic and basil from her garden outside, and several steps in preparation. Meals like that are pretty great, even when I nod off right after the last noodle. I'm a total old man.

The only problem is the occasional revolt my stomach goes through after some meals - no particular meals, mind you, just random occasions. The details aren't important, but it becomes pretty tough to sleep until it relents, often many hours later. Which brings me to the keyboard at this pleasant hour. Thankfully, even as I type I can tell it's abating. I can still catch some quality z's if I don't wake up Emeril.

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SallyPants

2 days, 3 hours ago

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EyePulp

5 days, 21 hours ago

Thank you. The internet seemed too full of rainbows and bunny rabbits lately, so I knew it was time to don the mantle of Professional Stick-In-The-Mud yet again.

Curmudgeons unite! view

EyePulp

5 days, 21 hours ago

Thanks Mrs. !

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