It was cold as witches' titties here this morning but it is warming up. Maurice does not especially like being cold. She looks disenchanted with life in that picture, doesn't she?
I continue to be in a sort of disgruntled love with that cat. I am under no delusions. She loves me no more than she loves the heat vents but I don't care. She is not a very affectionate cat and still tends to give no warning that she is tired of being scratched and petted but simply announces that fact by grabbing my wrist with her claws and proceeding to bite me. After which, she sometimes licks my wounds.
And then we all settle down and go to sleep. Of course, if I have the temerity to actually do something crazy like turn over in bed, she growls at me and sometimes gets so pissed that she jumps off the bed and has to walk off her anger and then she comes back and settles in again.
God, I love her!
I'm having a beautiful morning here in Lloyd. Mr. Moon went hunting early and by the time he got back he was hungry and I made him an egg sandwich and then I started in on some macaroni and cheese. Cooking it, that is.
I haven't made macaroni and cheese since the Reagan administration, most likely. But like riding a bicycle...
And let me say this- if there were a contest for making white sauce (and then cheese sauce), I would fucking win it. I do not brag about much and don't believe for a second that any of my talents are worth mentioning but I can sure as hell make a white sauce.
I'm a decent cook. There. I said it. I am.
I'm about to go pick some arugula and make a big salad and take all of that to Kathleen because I want to. You can't even imagine the pleasure it brings me to make food for people I love. As I have said many times before, as screwed up as it is, food for me always represents love and always will.
And... it is the Dia de la Virgen de Guadalupe today.
And here you have yet another completely senseless thing about me right up there with loving a cat and believing food is love. I love that sweet Mexican Madonna. I am proud to call myself a Guadalupiana, despite my complete agnosticism and basic disdain for all religion.
Here are a few of the representations of the Goddess of Guadalupe in my house.
From a calendar.
My favorite- the carved Virgin I got in Cozumel.
The beautiful pendant Mr. Moon bought me, also in Cozumel.
A clock that my May made me.
A little picture over my sink.
A picture that Jessie drew of me surrounded by things she knows I love.
A light switch plate. That light switch is connected to absolutely no electrical power that I can determine.
Which is sort of a perfect metaphor for my entire love of La Reina de Mexico.
Happy Friday, y'all.