I am unhappy this morning. I am without coffee. I have a blood test today and have had to fast for fourteen hours. What a life. No alcohol. No sugar. No coffee.
No enlightenment.
But I did make a wonderful dinner for my mother and myself last night, a chicken and bean stew. It called for something I've never cooked with before--adobo sauce with chipotle peppers. Those of you who are familiar with it must be aghast, but I, hillbilly that I am, have never even had this on my radar.
It won't be the last time I use it in recipes.
Yesterday got away from me, however, and I didn't get to the grocery store until very late. Hurrying to chop an onion, I cut my thumb with a very sharp knife. As I tried to stench the flow of blood, clean the wound, and dress it, I realized what a drag it is sometimes to live alone.
After dinner, I watched "Don't Look Up." It felt mandatory. Everyone will have to sooner or later, it seems. It was quirky, a liberal poke at the idiocy the right wing of this country has become. A spoof, however, won't fix shit. It is just desert for believers. Still. . . when Jennifer Lawrence is onscreen, no matter how much you want to, you just can't look away. She looks like a cross between CG and anime. Unreal.
And that's it. That's all I got. No stories. No alcohol. No sugar. No coffee.
No enlightenment.
ReplyDeleteI could not “get into” that movie. It felt so fake and stupid. I tried. It was at the hairdressers house and she has a kooky TV that makes it feel like you are in the movie.
I don’t mind when it’s Cary Grant in “The Philadelphia Story,” but nopey. It was horrific. And seemed very jerky. Anyways.
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ReplyDeleteThe picture. I think it’s something - expansive. Almost a little frighteningly (in a good way) so. And sky colors. Yup.
I mean hurky jerky. Not jerky jerky.
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