Today was a complete and utter cluster fuck and yet, all ended pretty well and I am smiling and I have my medications and I'm going to make risotto tonight.
I am listening to Ruth Reichl's "Garlic and Sapphires" and she speaks of risotto and I remember I used to make a version of it with spinach and sun-dried tomatoes and damn, suddenly, I must have it.
And so I will.
The cluster fuck involved two vehicles stuck on Lily's road and good and friendly neighbors and a neighbor not so good and friendly and unexpectedly needing to go pick up Owen at school for Lily whose van was one of the vehicles stuck and I mean STUCK up to the tits (if a van had tits) and then my vehicle getting stuck (but only up to the ankles, if Prius's had ankles) and Boppy was involved as well as two neighbor boys with a truck and a chain and a very good attitude, despite working in the rain and getting all red-clayed up and driving back and forth to town more than once.
This boy was also involved.
I could go on and on about stubbornness and long love and the relief of getting my medications and laughing at jokes I can't even remember but I really want to go chop onions and mushrooms and spinach and start stirring risotto. We are having martinis and I would love to go outside and wander around our estate because although the rain is still dripping from the trees, the sun has come out and in its setting is sending laser beams of light across the yard and I'd love to see if we have more than the one pea pod I saw this morning on the vines but the fucking mosquitoes are so bad that we can't bear it.
Might as well cook.