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mallorys_cameraLew texted me a bunch of pix from Owasco.
I look hideous in them.
OmyGAWD. That hair.
Those eyebrows—or should I say that lack of eyebrows.
Of course, I am 70 now, which any way you slice or dice it, is old, old, old.
Plus vanity is a most unattractive quality.
Still.
I need to get my hair cut. Immediately.
And I should never leave my bedroom again without slavering on the makeup.
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As it happened, though, I did leave my bedroom without slavering on the makeup because I had to be Mother Teresa at seven o’clock in the morning. (I traded Food Pantry shifts since I won’t be around at the end of the month for my usual shift.)
Old Pals Day at the Food Pantry!
I ran into Lorraine who is the librarian at the fabulous Staatsburg library, which used to be my very favorite TaxBwana site. She was hauling over a vast supply of veggies grown by industrious Staatsburg gardeners.
The Staatsburg Library was decommissioned at the very beginning of the pandemic, but Lorraine and I discussed reactivating it, and I know who to nag. And I’ve been a TaxBwana long enough so my nagging carries some weight.
(Parenthetically, I will note that “Lorraine” is a really popular name here in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. I know at least five Lorraines here. And I have never met a single Lorraine any place else.)
And then I ran into Lady K!
Lady K transplanted her brood of six kids from the Bronx to the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley a few years back. Since she’s a fabulous cook and has no other marketable skills, she decided to open a restaurant. A soul food restaurant. And the food is fabulous.
But since she knows absolutely nothing about scaling recipes or predicting customer flow (so she knows what to buy and what to prep), and has no staff except for two sullen teenage daughters, you might wait as long as two hours for the meal you ordered to arrive à la table.
Which, you know, might be fine if you had no other plans for the evening and were willing to surrender yourself to the wacky spirit of the adventure.
But would definitely not be fine if you had an actual agenda and didn’t want an adventure, just a meal.
Anyway, I had this brilliant idea that I would introduce Lady K to Claude who ran a very successful French restaurant for a couple of decades in Salt Point. Claude could whip Lady K into entrepreneurial shape!!
Anyway.
It is like a billion degrees out.
We gave away a ton of food to about 50 people.
And all I really want to do is sleep.
But alas! I must Remunerate.
I look hideous in them.
OmyGAWD. That hair.
Those eyebrows—or should I say that lack of eyebrows.
Of course, I am 70 now, which any way you slice or dice it, is old, old, old.
Plus vanity is a most unattractive quality.
Still.
I need to get my hair cut. Immediately.
And I should never leave my bedroom again without slavering on the makeup.
###
As it happened, though, I did leave my bedroom without slavering on the makeup because I had to be Mother Teresa at seven o’clock in the morning. (I traded Food Pantry shifts since I won’t be around at the end of the month for my usual shift.)
Old Pals Day at the Food Pantry!
I ran into Lorraine who is the librarian at the fabulous Staatsburg library, which used to be my very favorite TaxBwana site. She was hauling over a vast supply of veggies grown by industrious Staatsburg gardeners.
The Staatsburg Library was decommissioned at the very beginning of the pandemic, but Lorraine and I discussed reactivating it, and I know who to nag. And I’ve been a TaxBwana long enough so my nagging carries some weight.
(Parenthetically, I will note that “Lorraine” is a really popular name here in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. I know at least five Lorraines here. And I have never met a single Lorraine any place else.)
And then I ran into Lady K!
Lady K transplanted her brood of six kids from the Bronx to the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley a few years back. Since she’s a fabulous cook and has no other marketable skills, she decided to open a restaurant. A soul food restaurant. And the food is fabulous.
But since she knows absolutely nothing about scaling recipes or predicting customer flow (so she knows what to buy and what to prep), and has no staff except for two sullen teenage daughters, you might wait as long as two hours for the meal you ordered to arrive à la table.
Which, you know, might be fine if you had no other plans for the evening and were willing to surrender yourself to the wacky spirit of the adventure.
But would definitely not be fine if you had an actual agenda and didn’t want an adventure, just a meal.
Anyway, I had this brilliant idea that I would introduce Lady K to Claude who ran a very successful French restaurant for a couple of decades in Salt Point. Claude could whip Lady K into entrepreneurial shape!!
Anyway.
It is like a billion degrees out.
We gave away a ton of food to about 50 people.
And all I really want to do is sleep.
But alas! I must Remunerate.
