I invited whatever Weatherfords could make it for breakfast today. It would be more accurately called brunch or second breakfast as we didn't sit down until about eleven. Vergil had some Ultimate Frisbee stuff going on but Jessie and the boys came out. It was the usual- pancakes and bacon and eggs. I tried making sourdough pancakes and they were not very pleasing to me although everyone else said they were fine. I mean- you could put syrup and butter on cardboard and it would fine. I did make some banana pancakes the way Granny Matthews used to make them. I am thinking now she must have had some Cuban influence in her cooking because she used a lot of guava and bananas and other tropical fruits. But her banana pancakes were made by slicing bananas, laying several slices in a circular shape in the skillet in which butter had been melted, sprinkling them lightly with brown sugar, and then pouring enough pancake batter over the bananas to hold them all together, letting it brown on the bottom, flipping the pancake, and letting that side brown.
Now that is good. The bananas cook to almost translucence and are so sweet that you need no syrup at all.
While we were eating, August told me that he had invented a segment of time. "Oh really?" I said. "What is it?"
"A banana second. It's a billionth of a nanosecond."
I wrote it down to make sure I got it right.
And then Levon, a few minutes later, pointed out a salient feature of the winged mermaid that I have flying above the table on the back porch, which is her breasts.
We all agreed that this was quite true and from here on out, I believe we should refer to bosoms as exactly that.
We have so many doors, due to the fact that this house has been added on to and added on to and...added on to...over the years. That window you see through the door is in the Glen Den. It's sort of confusing, even to me and I've lived here twenty years.
"Sure," she said.
At that point, I completely lost my shit. It was like if you were in church and had one of those horrible and inappropriate compulsions to laugh and actually let it out, it would have been this intense.
Know what I mean?
I was crying. I was choking.
It is Super Bowl Sunday, right?
I told Jessie I had no idea who was playing. She said that Taylor Swift's boyfriend was playing. "I know that," I said. I don't live under a rock. "But what team does he play on?"