I am a very clean person. I shower every day. Sure, my apartment is a mess, and it would be unbearable were it not for a certain man who shares my space and does more than his fair share of housework (known in some family circles as picking up after me).
So, yeah, I am clean, but I spill on myself a lot. Last week, I was wearing a very nice grey shirt dress and holding a cup of coffee. As I exited the elevator, I looked very much like a serious professional woman in my early thirties. As the elevator door closed, I spied someone racing down the hallway to catch it. In a fit of neighbourly goodwill, I jumped back, stuck my hand in the door to hold it open, prompting the coffee to fly out of my mug. For the rest of the day, I had an unsightly stain on my chest.
Today, despite my best attempts at unfettered cleanliness, I put on a synthetic sweater I had last worn on a long-ish bikeride. When I got to work, I discovered that I stank so bad, I had to keep my jacket on the whole day. Who has B.O. these days? It is completely unacceptable, especially with the ready availability of deodorant.
Ok, so today I came home to a huge box of chocolate chip cookies from North Carolina, the oven of Mrs. Lisa May Terwilliger (Lisa Says). Can I tell you how much I love the Robot? I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The cookies were only a week old and very tasty. Chris and I ate about a dozen. WHich leaves two dozen more. Holy! chewy chocolatey goodness. yay Lisa!
Speaking of Holy, the Dalai Lama is on TV right now. Is it just me, or does that dude talk really slowly without saying much? Don't mean to diss his holiness, but I was a bit happy when Chris flipped to CSI Miami, the David Carusoe vehicle that is so unapologetically bad it is getting good.
Speaking of good, have you all seen the picture of Jackie? That gorgeous woman is my sister and that bump of a rounded belly is none other than my neice. How cool is that?
Finally, last but not least, it was Lisa's birthday on Sunday. I managed to catch her on the cellphone on her way to yoga class in Tel Aviv. Lisa has been my sister for more than 30 years now. She took me to movies, curio shops, cafes, yoga classes, and all sorts of kultsheral stuffff when I was really young. She told me how babies were made, how the world nuclear arsenal could destroy earth 40 times over, and the names of the heads of all the major political parties, including Social Credit. All this before I was six! She is very smart, she reads like a fiend, I know she winces at my bad grammar, and she is the easiest person to make giggle. Happy birthday Lisa!
When I called her, she was in a mini-van taxi cuz no one is taking the bus right now since the sharon gov't decided to do that targeted assasination thing. So now everyone is waiting for the terrorist shit to hit the fan. As the Dalai Lama would probably say, violence and war is not a means to an end. It is state-sanctioned anger. Actually, he did just say that. Then he said sometimes violence is Ok. Like in WWII. And I was like, Even Hiroshima/Nagasaki? And then he said something about democracy in South Korea. Then I lost track of what he was saying. And sat down to write this. Sorry if it makes no sense. I am covered in cookie crumbs and getting sleepy. Love to all. good night.
