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It has been an interestingly uninteresting week. My wife is off brainwashing the future unemployed bank tellers of Arizona, and you would think I would be using this “alone time” to engage in some activities I do not normally get to do. Living like a bachelor. Eating fast food hamburgers and fries, frozen pizzas and so forth. Watching lots of television in my unwashed sweatpants and t-shirts. Only that last sentence has any degree of truth. Instead of eating like a college freshman, I have taken this opportunity to experiment a bit with dinner. I made fish tacos both Monday night and tonight – trying out different spices and salsa combinations. Last night I baked a flounder with lemon slices, garlic and oregano. Then I have sat down – at a reasonable hour, no less – and watched fine arts documentaries with a glass of wine (tonight’s selection was a German pinot noir that I started out disliking but am now very fond of). I capped it all off by cleaning the kitchen and tidying up, then taking some time off to read the novel I’ve been flirting with for months. As a result, I feel fairly accomplished. Unfortunately, in the midst of this solitary interlude, my piddling evenings have left me with hardly an inkling of a blog-worthy topic.
So I will blog the moment. The cat has spent the last ten minutes pushing a big, crisp, dry oak leaf from the front to the back of the house, then picking it up in her mouth and gingerly walking it back to the starting point. The dog is under his cat blanket. I think I heard him sigh about half an hour ago. Aside from that, you wouldn’t even know I had a dog. The television is on Ovation, which is running a week of prime-time programs on photography. Right now they are profiling a woman who did a photo series of anatomically-correct mannequins in sexually suggestive positions. Fascinating. I’ll give it my full attention via TiVo sometime later.
I plan on spending another hour or so with my book and my pinot on the couch before retiring to the bedroom. I cannot sleep in the silence when I’m here by myself, so I’ve been leaving the television on the “light classical” music channel. Pleasant. The cat and dog keep me warm.
Good night, cat.
Good night, dog.
Good night.