Every Day Above Ground
Nov. 27th, 2005 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraTrying to get back into the habit of writing… This needs to be more of a commonplace book if it's gonna be useful. Some days just don't have a narrative.
Spent yesterday cleaning the kitchen. This may sound mundane but trust me, it wasn't – the bottom of my refrigerator looked like some Paleolithic butchering site for the holy slaughter of the Sacred Pig. I don't even want to think about what that congealed brown stuff underneath the vegetable crisper was. Now my fridge sparkles like a Sears ad! It's ready for its close-up, Mister DeMille.
Finished the Mark Twain bio. Clemens invented the American vernacular in much the same way Dante invented Italian: this is what Hemingway meant when he wrote, "All American literature begins and ends with Huckleberry Finn."
Not sure I agree. I'm more of a Herman Melville girl myself. I like big words. If Noah Webster hadn't intended us to use big words, he wouldn't have put them in the dictionary.
Around sunset I ventured forth to do some light shopping. Ran into Alligator at the low-rent Safeway who hugged and kissed me effusively in the Southern way, expressing great joy in our chance encounter. Now, that man has a story! How the hell did he end up in Monterey?
Ben, Robin and I had our usual fight over Blockbuster after dinner. Robin wanted to rent video games. I maintain that Robin shouldn't be allowed to play video games until he gets his grade point average up to over a B. Currently the kid has a D average. I don't understand it. He's really, really smart. But he hates school. I was winning the battle until my sister called, looped to the gills on Vicodin. Servicing that losing battle, I surrendered the other. It's been six months since Jeana's accident: I wonder whether she'll ever completely recover?
Spent yesterday cleaning the kitchen. This may sound mundane but trust me, it wasn't – the bottom of my refrigerator looked like some Paleolithic butchering site for the holy slaughter of the Sacred Pig. I don't even want to think about what that congealed brown stuff underneath the vegetable crisper was. Now my fridge sparkles like a Sears ad! It's ready for its close-up, Mister DeMille.Finished the Mark Twain bio. Clemens invented the American vernacular in much the same way Dante invented Italian: this is what Hemingway meant when he wrote, "All American literature begins and ends with Huckleberry Finn."
Not sure I agree. I'm more of a Herman Melville girl myself. I like big words. If Noah Webster hadn't intended us to use big words, he wouldn't have put them in the dictionary.
Around sunset I ventured forth to do some light shopping. Ran into Alligator at the low-rent Safeway who hugged and kissed me effusively in the Southern way, expressing great joy in our chance encounter. Now, that man has a story! How the hell did he end up in Monterey?
Ben, Robin and I had our usual fight over Blockbuster after dinner. Robin wanted to rent video games. I maintain that Robin shouldn't be allowed to play video games until he gets his grade point average up to over a B. Currently the kid has a D average. I don't understand it. He's really, really smart. But he hates school. I was winning the battle until my sister called, looped to the gills on Vicodin. Servicing that losing battle, I surrendered the other. It's been six months since Jeana's accident: I wonder whether she'll ever completely recover?
