In The Kitchen
Monday. I was telling the truth yesterday in saying I hadn't had any sake in a while and my goodness, the sake I had last night had me. Either that or the long morning in bed with the General nattering on in the background (the one in front of Congress) was merely the body telling me it needed to catch up on its sleep in preparation for the week ahead. The afternoon? Well, I got out to get something to eat around three, that will do for the day as I'm not going out again, and now that it's five I think I'll just watch something on TV and leave that second bottle of sake sitting in the kitchen.
I did get a call this morning from Mr. E asking if I were still up for the Scotch whiskey tasting coming up next month in San Francisco to be attended by the usual crew. I said yes, commit me to the hundred dollar fee and then just commit me please. Which he did. For the tasting. Next month.
I've just heard from Ms. R who forwarded pictures of her new daughter. My but time does fly. If she grows up to be half as attractive as her mother she'll break all of the men's hearts of her generation. If she has half the humanity and sensibility of her mother, she'll rule the world.
That's a bit over the top, is it not?
One can never be over the top in praising a lady's daughter, beet red faced or not.
You're a fool but, I must admit, not a total fool.
“To be a total fool requires great talent and stamina”, said the old man on the mountain. And I, wobbly I, have neither. I do have this sake sitting in the kitchen, however.