All right. Question- have any of you adopted a new reader yet in preparation for the departure of the Google Reader? It's time, I guess.
Change is so hard, is it not? And yet, I know that whatever reader I choose to use will be as familiar to me as Google's is within a month at the very most. This is the way of it.
But I would like to hear your recommendations because of course I want to make the RIGHT choice.
I spent a good bit of time in town today, gathering and hunting my ingredients.
I stopped at the post office on the way into town and a man entered right before I did. He was weaving and wobbling, and had a tallboy in a brown paper sack clutched in one hand. It was noon.
Welcome to Lloyd!
I recognized him from around the 'hood and went on in and said hello to him as we both bent to our tasks of spinning our little dials to open our boxes. He looked at me through appraising eyes and said, "I sure hope you feelin' as fine as you look."
Which cracked me up and made me love Lloyd even more.
I don't even know what I said, but for some perverse reason, he made me happy.
I was wearing the Frida Kahlo shirt and gold hoop earrings and one of my many Virgin of Guadalupe necklaces and my hair was braided down my back and although I did not feel as if I looked "fine"I did feel as if I were owning my hippie-ness, my I'm-old-and-I-can-wear-whatever-I-want-to-ness, and I carried that attitude with me all through my intown errands at the Co-op and the Best Buy and the World Market and the seafood market, which I especially like because there are always a huge number of people there of all ages, shapes, and colors waiting in line to buy locally caught seafood and I chomped my gum and waited my turn and flirted with a tiny girl on her grandmother's hip.
I have cooked and peeled the shrimp for tomorrow and made up the Key Lime pies. They are not really Key Lime pies in that the limes came from Mexico but at least the juice was fresh, squeezed by me with the aid of a funky, small citrus juicer I bought to make margaritas before a Jimmy Buffett concert about one million years ago and if you have anything nasty to say about Jimmy Buffett, you just go on and say it somewhere else because he saved my life one time and I love him and he wrote a song for my friend Bill Wharton, the Sauce Boss, yes, the man who gave me my sourdough starter and that song includes the line, "It's a little like religion, a little like sex, you should never really know when you're gonna get it next," and I don't care what you say, that's awesome.
Well, in the time it's taken me to write this I have reduced my broth to smoke and almost fire and so that experiment was a failure. God. I NEVER burn food. But tonight, it would seem that I have. I just hope my iron pot skillet is not ruined.
Lord. Maybe I'm not supposed to cook like anyone but me.
I'm posting a video of that song if you want to watch it.
Life is not a beach, no matter what they say, OR a Jimmy Buffett concert but a Jimmy Buffett concert can surely be a sweet thing in a life and the beach, like a Jimmy Buffett concert can save your life in certain situations.
Here's to Jimmy, here's to Bill Wharton (the second person I met in Tallahassee when I moved here, thirty-nine years ago), and here's to Hank whose birthday we're celebrating tomorrow. At least the venison is still fit to eat and so is the shrimp.
And the pies will be amazing.
Much love...Ms. Moon