It's tough to be Humanling.
Her little butt is sitting on one side of my Leg Magic, which came out of bedroom retirement into semi-use in the living room. She's sliding on it like a side to side rocker. And holding her eye.
She poked herself in the eye about two centuries ago earlier and is milking the injury. So as she is now not aware that I'm looking at her not holding her eye and clearly watching the Spongebob movie, I can see that she's gonna make it. And as I wrote that last sentence, she turned around to look at me, hand automatically magnetically covering the eye.
I can't find my Gameboy. A few people know how precious Mario and his environment of blips, turtles and Luigi are to me. It's not the equivalent of the nightly glass of wine for some. It's the paddles that bring a person back from the dead during heart failture.
I'll admit that I haven't actually looked for it either. But I haven't looked for Azrael and she shows up and crosses my path all the time.
I had one of my neighbors over today. He fixed a window that I had busted with my foot. No, no, its not like the PMS post. The window was stuck and I tried to stand on the bottom of it to unstick it and hoped that it would gently get the idea. Instead my sneaker went straight through it and it shattered. It's been like this for about 2 months. I adapt to my surroundings. Darwin would love my form of evolution.
We just don't use that room and keep the door shut. That's my method of living with it. My neighbor however, thinks like most other responsible folk and offered to fix it for me. He also fixed my bedroom door, which wouldn't tightly close. Azrael the Evil was in and out of my room to bat the guinea pig in the face or knock over plants at her repeated choosing.
Well HA!!!! It's fixed now AZ! Now you have to be a CARD CARRYING MEMBER to get in.
So I made us some lovely millet rolls, toasted with a pat of butter, freshly cut garlic, bruschetta and soy mozzarella cheese on top. It was fabulous.
What isn't fabulous is the Texan Tumbleweed of hair that I've combed out of my scalp tonight. Humanling loves to play with my hair in her various stages of semi-consciousness while sleeping. I just combed out the huge Knot Curl that she created and almost constructed a bald spot from pulling out all the tangles. She's too damn cute though and I'm sure there's a man out there who likes bald spots created on a woman for the love of her Ling.
Speaking of, she is now leaning on me, fingers in my hair in almost the same spot that I just rescued from impending dreadlocks.
I tried to create a new dish tonight for the perpetual rotating menu. It's called Mesir Wat and its Ethiopian. It has fresh ginger, garlic, onions, red lentils, turmeric and paprika. Yet somehow, I tasted, in my imagination, fish. That's grounds for recipe failure. I should not taste something that I didn't put in there. So I have a large saucepan full of Stuff We Aren't Going to Eat. I'm sure its fine and someone else wouldn't taste it but I'm me and once I've made up my mind that I Ain't Gonna, then its a done deal.
Grilled soy cheeses on rice bread it is....
Well, the alarm that is my right butt cheek falling asleep, just went off. Time to clean dishes and try not to eat too much chocolate.
1 comment:
that recipe sounds interesting but i do find sometimes that when i step outside my normal cooking repertoire the unconventional combination of spices and such turns the food into Something Strange. i hate the smell of fish so much Beloved is banned from eating tuna unless im out of the house and he's willing to follow my extensive Rules on the Proper Disposition of Stinky Tuna Cans.
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