The Next Day...

Gainesville

Everything today was an aftermath of yesterday.

Now if only I had the guts to stop there, it would make the perfect blog post. Or a good first line to a piece of fiction. Alas, I'm a bit short in the guts department.

More thunderstorms, more not enough rain. Only two today, but the third was still rumbling around in nearby quarters of the sky when we went out late to shop, but never actually made an appearance.

Picked up some nice bay scallops, did a very simple treatment with butter, jalapenos, lime juice and cilantro. 'Nuff said. Last week's blueberries were so splendid I picked up some more. However, these were the very opposite-- pretty, but tasteless. Too late, I saw they weren't local-- blueberries from New Jersey?! Fageddaboudit. The Rainier cherries and cantaloupe were fine, though.

Bill asked for an Old Fashioned again tonight. Forgot to get sugar cubes, so making do with the sad ones. It all went much easier tonight, since I remembered all the details from last night. It's a real "cocktail," i.e., a combo of many ingredients put together in a detailed way that borders on fetish. Meanwhile, the bartender drinks Tanq on the rocks.

I think your transcribed jottings from yesterday should be dated 1987, not 1984, Mom. I'd be glad to fix it for you, or you can do it yourself. How nice of Dave Wood to pay you a call. He sounds like a good person.

Still thinking about Sue Wright. Here is an article about her in the local paper. Just so sad.

The sheets are clean, but I am not. Gonna go remedy that now. G'night.