Something reminded me of this story today. Guess I never told you all about it.
I walked into my house one day after work. The power was out. Pitch black. Except for this faint blue light that kept flashing. Always off to the side. By the time I turned my head to look at it, it was gone. Every few seconds. It was in all the rooms. It was in the closets and the cupboards. It was everywhere. But never in front of me. Always to the side. The left side.
It took me half an hour to realize it was the Motorola bluetooth headset in my ear.
I’m on or off, black or white. Why do I think this? Because I never open my windows half way.
I was driving home tonight and it was too hot in the car. So I opened all the windows. Then it was too cold, so I closed all the windows. Then it was too hot again.
I do the same thing at home. Open all the windows all the way or none of the windows.
Ridiculous, I know, but I can’t convince myself to open one window, or open a window partially.
So now I wonder what other parts of my life are so black and white.
For nine holes of golf before work.
Golfer K and I landed in the same sandtrap.
This was the best thing I found when I left Ireland: Coole Swan. It is a new Irish double cream with Madagascan vanilla, cocoa, and single malt whiskey.
Very smooth. Perfect for drinking while sitting on the back deck reading a book.
I was curious about the name. Upon further investigation, it seems to be inspired by Yeats’ “The Wild Swans at Coole”.
THE TREES are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.
The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
Especially in the Guinness factory.
I need to just admit it. I can’t cook.
Occasionally, on a weekend, I try to make pancakes. I can follow the directions for mixing ingredients together. But I can’t actually cook them.
Today I tried the water bouncing trick. Drip a couple drops of water on the griddle. They should bounce. If they just sit and boil, it isn’t hot enough. If they just disappear, it is too hot. I followed those instructions.
I burned my pancakes.
Maybe I don’t flip them in time? Maybe it was just to hot. I don’t know. All I know is that I failed. One of them was burnt on the outside and runny in the middle.
Mom even sent me good maple syrup from Bob’s Sugar House. I didn’t waste it on my burnt pancakes.
Just hoping to get this right before I have to make them for another human. For now I’ll stick with cereal. Hard to mess that up.
I’ve been amazingly boring lately. Sorry.
Today I tried to be bad. I had plans. They didn’t work out.
Went out to lunch for Mexican with the girls. They never cause trouble.
A friend is leaving and starting a new job, so I was going to go IL7 for a drink at 5. I worked until 6.
Got to IL7 just to find out that the power had gone out an hour before. I found a couple of the boys there, but they were leaving.
The Brit and I ended up at a wine bar on Murphy Street instead. The wine bar did not live up to expectations.
I haven’t done anything stupid lately, so I thought I’d try today.
Today was Bike To Work Day.
Today’s high temperature was 100˚F.
Yes, I biked to work. I didn’t want to go home. I went out for a drink with the guys. It still didn’t get cooler. So I rode home anyways. Damn it was hot.
I was fortunate enough to be able to spend Mother’s Day with my Mom this year. Photos are in my gallery.