We’re on “Just Anna and me” day two of seven. Anna said to me tonight “Dad, it doesn’t even really feel like Mom’s gone.” I have to sort of agree with her because this time feels decidedly different than the other times that Heidi’s been away at conferences or going all Thelma and Louise with Marie Sexton. I’m still waiting for my burst of energy to get tons of house shit done, but I also have to realize that this is recharging time for me as well, so I’ve mostly been taking care of myself. I got quite a bit done today, even though when you look at the list, it doesn’t really look like it. I took cans back, replaced a toilet seat, took books back to the library and put in new furnace filters. I also passed out in a chair while reading a book around noon today and woke up completely confused as I am prone to doing when I nap during the day. Not only did I sleep, but I fell asleep with the side of my head on the arm of the chair, so the texture of the fabric was imprinted on the side of my face. Sexy, right? The only thing missing was the drool.
Some other things that have been going on…
I am not usually one to post pictures of my food (and honestly, I don’t really get the whole food porn thing) but in the spirit of “I made my own self, damn it!” I have to post a picture of what I managed to accomplish at dinner tonight.
OK, as I told my wife, this looks more impressive than it probably is. That is not to say it wasn’t yummy (because it was INSANELY yummy) but I had grilled the chicken last week and the broccoli came out of a bag in the freezer. The yams, however, were a food that actually required preparation and a real recipe. I Googled “baked yam recipe simple” and found this one. It was amazingly simple and they turned out great. The next time I do it, I won’t use as much oil as the recipe called for because you simply didn’t need it, but good to know. I made Anna try them but she rejected them because they were “too mushy.” This is a valid argument with her because she does have a thing about the texture of food. She did eat all her broccoli and I also heated up a can of ABCs and 123s which she devoured.
We finished Walter Farley’s The Black Stallion last night after what seemed like an eternity. It wasn’t that the book was bad, it was just that my work schedule was not allowing time for me to read to her at night. I was surprised at how little I actually knew about the plot of the book even though once you were into it, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going to happen. Because we finished the book, we started watching the movie version on Netflix Instant. We made it all the way up to the point where Alec and The Black are rescued from the island and then it was time for homework and bath and what not. She didn’t get her piano practiced but I guess we’ll do that tomorrow after school.
Speaking of books, I’m nearly done with Manhood for Amateurs by Michael Chabon which I started reading just last week. Not working my real job makes me a much more productive reader! It’s a highly readable collection of essays about Chabon’s personal history, speaking specifically to his experiences as a husband, brother, son and father. In other words, it’s right up my alley. I remember starting to listen to this as an audio book about a year ago and, while I was enjoying it, I’ve found that listening to books is just not my cup of tea. My attention span is just not there and plus, it takes so bloody long. I’m not the world’s quickest reader by a long shot, but I can definitely read a book faster than I can listen to a book. Because I was so close to the end of the book, I hit the library today and checked out T.J. English’s Havana Nocturne, a book I found out about via The Daily Show and Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying. I am definitely NOT the target audience of Fear of Flying, but it’s one of those books that I’ve been mildly curious about for years and figured that now was as good a time as any. Not sure which I’ll start first, but we’ll see. I also picked up The Black Stallion Returns for Anna and me to read together. Hopefully it doesn’t take us as long as the first one did.
I got blueberry coffee beans today from the coffee shop at work. I paid for it with payroll deduction, which I decided is kind of like a payday loan only with 0% interest. I’m drinking it now and I will be one sorry sucker in the morning because I have to be up at 6AM tomorrow.
This afternoon when I was driving back home after taking Anna out to the horse barn, I was listening to my “25 Never Played” playlist on my iPod and this little doozy came up.
Good Lord but if this is not Reba at her most annoying, I don’t know what is. The funny thing is, though, I was really kind of liking it. I have to admit though that my reaction to the song, which is all about how Reba can’t get her boyfriend to call her back, was amazement at how anachronistic it is today. When she talks about how you can have a phone “in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car” the song REALLY shows its age. I remember buying the CD that this song came from, Read My Mind, and being really underwhelmed by the whole thing. After the double whammy of For My Broken Heart and It’s Your Call, both of which were stellar albums, it just didn’t live up to expectation. I also recall Reba saying something in an interview about how she “hadn’t had a number one hit in a while” so she recorded this song. Too bad it only went to #5. I never bought another Reba McEntire album again, although I do enjoy a Reba song every now and then.
One last thing – I saw Pat Benatar is going to be at the Iowa State Fair this summer. I have to admit that I’m tempted.
That’s all I got. Tomorrow my MDNA vinyl should arrive and I might actually (finally) do a post on what I think about it, having had time to digest it and sit with it.