Hey hey, ho ho. Something needs addressing. I realize how much this little forum is about me. It’s not something I’m unaware of, it’s just my place to do that. If it comes across as a vanity project, that’s okay. But it’s more my therapy diary. Seriously. This is how I retain the slivers of sanity I manage to hang on to. So, just know, in real life, I’m not quite so into all things Sarah. I hope.
I managed to find swai fish topped with pico de gallo for lunch today at Bittersweet Bakery. One good thing about the Va./Md/DC area: lots of Catholics so places remember the fish-on-Friday Lent thing. So, while I scarf that down — and dang, it’s good. I might try to re-create. This is pretty close, using halibut (I mean Tilapia. Blergh.) instead of swai. Oh, and swai is an Asian catfish. Perfect for this kid here. — here’s some stuff before I start writing something they actually pay me for…
It has been reported to me that I hold grudges and maybe that’s fine, but I need to scale back the annoyance at every little thing the object of the grudge does because that’s not healthy for me. That’s probably true. The thing, though, is that I’m pretty ridiculous about giving chances and forgiving and trying to see things from other people’s perspectives. I do the best I can. And so then when I’m told by someone who has done AWFUL SHIT for SEVERAL YEARS that the reason they treated me that way was because somehow I MADE THEM (Holy crap, that’s demented), and when I further discover that all the time I was trying to be understanding and forgiving and a friend they’ve BEEN TALKING UNTRUE SHIT BEHIND MY BACK to make me look like a fool and make them look … shit, I don’t know… desired? (Although how being a raging prick makes one desirable is beyond me (It’s important to hang out with people who nurture the best qualities in you!)), it’s like, “Okay then. Zero chances for you ever again. Not just behaviorally, but as a human being. Henceforth, everything you think, like, want, experience, etc. is shit in my eyes. Expect me to demean you and share it with the world.”
I know that’s wrong. I’m working on it. I think this might help. But I make no promises because frankly it might be time for me to take a bat to some knees. Metaphorically of course. Ahem.
Okay okay. Close rant tag.
This shirt kicks my butt. The price keeps me from buying it (it’s a tee shirt people. Come on), but it’s mad cool.
I’m missing all the babies in the family lately. They’re all such cool kids. Makes me sad sometimes to miss their growth…
Going finally down U street to pick up some Girl Scout cookies this weekend. They are not needed, merely desired. But the longer days means running in the evenings again. In fact, I may walk up to Tenleytown after dance class Saturday and go for a nice long swim. It’s been a while so I’ll start with 30 laps or so. It’ll be a nice cool down from dance and I think my muscles will thank me. That’s my justification. I’ll thank you to project your judgement elsewhere.
I’m thinking everyone who works at NASA should watch Alfred Hitchcock’s Torn Curtain. “You’ve told me nothing…” Great movie.
I remember once, because my brother honeymooned here, telling someone I loved the name Lucia for a girl. Looking back, it’s kind of like the time I told a good friend of mine my favorite baby name for a girl — what I would actually name my girl were I to have one. That friend named her daughter that name a few years later. Not just the first name. But the first and the middle. I’d like to have friends that let me have my dreams without claiming them for themselves.
Speaking of, here’s a dish I grew up eating thanks to the Slavic g-ma. I’m sure her recipe is better — I think I recall my sister having it somewhere — but this one seems pretty similar. I might lose the tomato paste though…
I think I’m a mash-up of all of these (I like to think I am anyway. I aspire to be a polymath.) but mostly 2 and 3. Of course, those who work with me may see things a little differently. Ahem.
This one’s for Charles. Happy Passover my friend.
This music’s for me today. I don’t think this is too much to ask.