Coming right up. I’ve been editing the pieces – seven beautiful essays with one more to come in, plus mine, which will be a surprise. Which is good since that’s the topic. A fabulous time guaranteed.
It’s Friday night and I’m waiting to watch Bill Maher at 10; just watched the last episode of “Big Bang Theory,” taped last night. It’s one of the only sitcoms I watched – every so often, anyway – and I found it delightful, a celebration of geeks. This one stretched belief too far, but still, it was fun.
As I sit here, two things are going on: one is a thrilling culinary experience, eating a new peanut butter on toast. Yes, I, a fanatical p.b. aficionado since birth, have just discovered Adams Natural Crunchy. God it’s good.
AND – I know you won’t believe this – and I know you’ve heard that before recently – but as I sit here in my kitchen, where recently an outlet stopped working and then the stove and the fan vent above the stove stopped working, now as I sit here, I am listening to my fridge make really funny noises. Quite loud, strange, banging type noises.
My appliances were all bought after the fire in 2005 and the rebuilding after, so in 2006. The dishwasher broke first, then the washing machine. The Bosch stove and LG fridge arrived at the same time 13 years ago. Perhaps that’s the limit, now, for appliances. After 13 years they explode. It seems to be happening.
On the other hand, the sun came out with a vengeance today, so I am filled with cheer. And now to go watch Bill Maher and get depressed all over again.
