Soon she stopped crying and then she was asleep. I don’t like being slept in. It makes creases. When she had been asleep for a while, the man came back in with a nightgown, and took me off her. He was pretty gentle. I’d heard stories of men ripping dresses, but he didn’t. He was upset that she wasn’t wearing anything under me, not even a slip, but he just sighed and went off for a minute. He came back with a bra and panties, though they didn’t match. I guess he hadn’t noticed that hers always matched, or maybe he didn’t think it was important. Then he put a coat around her and carried her out.
I didn’t get hung up until the next day. It was odd to spend so much time off a body but not hung up. She always hung me up right away.
“You know that TV show where Gordon Ramsay tours various failing restaurants and swears at the owners until everything is fine again? Every episode is a great example. They all involve some haggard restaurant owner, a half a million dollars in debt, looking exhausted into the camera and saying, “How can we be losing money? I work 90 hours a week!”
The world demands more. So, so much more. How have we gotten to adulthood and failed to realize this? Why would our expectations of the world be so off? I blame the montages. Five breezy minutes, from sucking at karate to being great at karate, from morbid obesity to trim, from geeky girl to prom queen, from terrible garage band to awesome rock band.”
Hopefully I can be her when I grow up.
I did manage to become her for Hallowe’en.
My lovely friend Lauren, who is utterly perfume-obsessed, asked her FB friends what their favourite smells are. I discovered I was delighted to answer:
clean concrete stairwells (particularly the ones on the ryerson campus),
summer nights in the city,
vinyl erasers from the 1980s (and the scented vivienne westwood jelly shoes of today that mimic them),
the baked-on sunshine smell of my dad’s shirt after mowing the lawn,
unsmoked cigarettes (so raisiny!),
fresh-ground coffee beans,
axe body spray “dark temptations” chocolate scent (and only that scent of all axe’s many offerings, thank you),
garlic in a frying pan,
that crisp snowy smell from a new feather duvet,
bread in the oven,
day-old boy neck,
my cats’ tummies.
Terry Border takes funny photos of little things.
Here’s my favourite pair:
Why is Rosemary crushed?
Well, unfortunately, in her particular lovestory….
See Lower Bay Station, the creepy hidden TTC stop, this weekend! You’ve seen it in movies; now see it through a moving window!
“Switch replacement repairs are expected to take place for three days during the 2010 Victoria Day long weekend (May 22 – 24) between Bay and St. George stations. As a result, Bay station will be closed, and trains will bypass to Museum station via the interlining tracks. As a result, riders will be able to see Lower Bay Station through the train windows as they ride between Bloor-Yonge and Museum stations. The last time subway trains were diverted to Museum station for structural repairs in the tunnel was in 2007.”
Thanks to Hig for the tip.
Sorry no credit for this adorable photo, I forget where I found it. Jacket pocket, maybe? They’re always in the last place you look.
Wait, you made little cups out of bacon and then filled them with basil, aioli, avocado, mango chunks, and caramelized onion confit? And then you dusted them with homemade bacon powder? Where do I line up to join your church?
I do not really like making high-prep recipes, but srsly? Can you imagine?
I think I’d fill these with roasted pineapple or mango chunks + gooey charred mini marshmallows on baby lettuce leaves and call it a day.
Oh and what’s that? You want to see my recipe for Candied Bacon again? Okay here.