A little ketchup
I like doing these catching-up blog posts because then I can use this very cool gif. There is a billboard in Pittsburgh exactly like this, with the emptying and refilling ketchup bottles. Worth a trip to Pennsylvania just to see.
Anyway, this is just to catch us all up on a couple of things deeply important to my life: Boscoe, the cookie moratorium, and whatever else comes to mind.
1.) Boscoe continues to confound and aggravate and amuse. Minute to minute I think he's either dying, or completely healed, or somewhere in between. He staggers, he romps; he turns his nose up at food and then eats almost his entire dinner; he absolutely positively does not want to go for a walk, no way, he won't leave the house, he won't leave the porch, he won't--oh, here he comes, trotting along just fine. Goddamn dog.
2) Last night, as some of you will already have read on Facebook, I went out to dinner with a friend at a hole-in-the-wall Chinese place on Nicollet Avenue in Minneapolis. One of those plastic-tables-and-fluorescent-light places that are packed with Chinese people and have amazing food. After dinner, we continued to chat over tea, and I idly picked up my fortune cookie and unwrapped it and broke it in two and read my fortune (something about how kisses would keep me young; nothing wrong with that), and then, still chatting, idly ate the shards.
In other words, four hours from the end of my cookie moratorium, and I blew it.
All my lovely Facebook friends are assuring me that a fortune cookie doesn't count, but I am mad at myself. The point of the moratorium was to make myself aware when I eat cookies, so that I don't just jam them into my mouth without thinking or tasting. Last night I jammed that cookie into my mouth without thinking or tasting. I'm thinking now I must extend the moratorium through the end of the work week. Unless somebody brings cookies to work.
3) This is my busy month--I'm teaching a memoir writing workshop next weekend, leading a discussion at a bookstore (on somebody else's book), and have four or five evening events for my book. Doug is just recovering from a cold that knocked him flat for two days. I am telling myself that I will not get sick. You tell me that, too, and maybe it'll come true.
4) It's snowing.
