Wednesday, December 26, 2012
How We Amuse Ourselves
Mr. Moon and I are playing cards and discussing the menu for supper. I mention that we still have chicken soup left over from a few days ago but there are no more noodles in it because he ate them all.
"We could eat it over rice," he says, as if I had never thought about adding rice to chicken soup although as I said a few days ago, I almost always make my chicken soup with rice.
"I can't wait until I'm senile," I tell him, "And you have to cook for me. I can't even imagine what we're going to be eating."
"We're going to be eating frog legs and squirrel and rabbit," he says.
"You're not going to have time for that," I tell him. "You're going to have to be taking care of me."
"Oh, I'll pay someone," he says.
"What? To hunt?" I ask.
He laughs so hard I think that beer is going to come out his nose.