Miscellany

Have been watching the "unshared interests" meme with bemusement. I didn't even think about filling in the "interests" when I set up the Live Journal account, because I knew it would drive me crazy to try.
It's bad enough writing author bios from time to time.

I made lentil stew with spinach and ginger, over brown rice, yesterday. That really did pretty much exhaust the larder -- I had to buy lentils and an onion to do it. I have more groceries today and mean to make pasta and salad. I don't think I am up to cooking over the weekend.

Am twitchy because David is out of town, though expected back any hour now, and Eric, who has worked here all week using first the media room computer and then Lydy's office computer (she likes her laptop better), is at the U's lab today because he needs to print stuff. At least I know where Raphael is. And all the cats. The kittens miss David.

Had lunch with my mother and brother. Matt went off walking while Mom and I shopped, and when we met at the car he said we had to drive past a particular garden. He asked me how big rhubarb got. I said pretty big, since it was a perennial. What we saw when we drove by the garden in question, however, was something that I was able to immediately characterize as "not from around here." It looked immensely tropical, and we had difficulty believing that it was really planted right in the ground. It certainly did have red stems, but the leaves had that tending-to-shred fanlike quality I associate with palm trees. I don't even know where I'd look it up.

I must go try to be productive. Cooking has seemed to absorb most of my energy, and that really will not do.

Pamela