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Thursday, June 2, 2005
Smelling Like A Kitchen
I woke up to the sound of the telephone. Lydia said, "I'll pick you up in 20 minutes."
Me, "Twenty minutes?Q@#$$%%@##!@"
Lydia replied, "Just get ready."
I hurried.
The van pulled into my driveway and Porque let off a series of doggie curse words.
With Porkee under my arm, I dashed out in the rain and settled into my nice leather seat in the van.
Shortly we experienced the driving of Lydia trying to get to her son's doctor appointment on time. Wow and yow. We made it with seconds to spare.
Benny entertained himself until his appointment with the Nintendo DS. He loves this electronic toy and according to Lydia, he plays all available games faster and better than she or Dan can play.
Eventually the doctor showed up. She said to Lydia, "Did you get my message about having to delay Benny's appointment today?"
Lydia replied..graciously..."No, but I seldon check my messages."
Long story short, the doctor spent several hours with Benny. She is attempting to evaluate his IQ. Every week she spends several hours with the dear little boy, "Playing games".
Sometime after noon, Benny emerged from the inner sanctom of Dr. Whoosit. Sadie had kept Lydia and me and all the other people in the waiting room entertained, and now she was tired.
We set off for out next destination...Hancock Fabrics. By the time we parked, Benny was deeply interested in the latest version of "Fantasia" and Sadie was asleep. Lydia said to me, "You go first and take your time." I bought a vest pattern for Benny with the Saturday recital in mind. When I came out, Lydia went in. She bought buttons for the anticipated vest.
As Lydia emerged, package in hand, Sadie awoke from her nap. We drove to the nearest McDonalds. Benny wanted ice-cream and french fries. Sadie wanted chicken nuggets. I wanted fries. Lydia wanted a cobb salad. We ordered and ate.
Then we went to Walmart for my printer ink and a new harness for Pork Chop. Lydia wanted to buy blue and orange play clothes for the children to wear at their fathers's upcoming bike races. We found these items. Walmart has everything. Along the way Lydia and I bought a lot of summer clothes for ourselves and the children...it's easy to do this when no item costs more than $5.00.
And then...Oh, thanksgiving...we eventually were on the way home in the van. I was so tired that I could hardly hold up my head. I said to little Porkee, "Small dog, it is time for us to take my nap."
Lydia chuckled, and Benny said, "Ahno, I'm going to come to your house with you because today is the birthday of George (one of Benny's imaginary friends) and he is so happy because we will make his birthday cake....right?"
To shorten the tale, Benny and I made
George's birthday brownies. I also made dinner for the Netzers. It was not the greatest meal..Spanish quiche, cheese broccoli, and crab cakes. The problem arose re. those crab cakes. I have eaten them frequently but never have seen a recipe and have never thought through the ingredients. By 6:00 P.M. all foods were ready to be eaten by someone somewhere on this planet, depending on that someone's degree of penury and want. Lydia and Sadie picked up the foods and Benny. I almost fell down on the spot...so tired.
Then I looked Pork Chop in the eye. I have had her here since the first of March eating out of one small sack of doggie food. Now it's almost finished. Seemed to me that I was selfish to work hard feeding one segment of my "family" while reserving a few remaining crumbs of dog food for Porkee. I literally tottered out to the ghetto grocery and brought home a dog food brand less sophisticated than those previously eaten by Pork Chop, but likely to be preferable to eating nothing until tomorrow. I put some in her bowl and she ate it, so whatever....
Now I am so tired that I can't sit here one more minute.
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