Moves and Grooves
04/08/12 07:15
I guess we'll see what happens. It could be chips ahoy for the old schtick. And then what? I'll have to reinvent myself again. Maybe there is a silver lining in all of this. One owes it to oneself to at least consider the possibilities. You can't sit around moping while to world goes on without you. So I have no plans to do that. The future of my team is also on the line. They too must be contemplating their futures. If I were to opine on such things, I would say that some have more options than others. I hope that doesn't come as a surprise to anyone. Futures are fickle things. You can manage them only so far and then they take on a life of their own. Some call it destiny. Others call it life. Putting one foot in front of the other day in and day out until you don't get to do that anymore. Who knows? The stars may well align for me after all. I'll throw a line to my team and they too will be on board. I'll be sure to have a conversation with my friends on this very subject and soon. They've been known to pull a rabbit out of a hat or two in their time. All I'm asking is that life go on uninterrupted. Hopefully, it's not above their pay grade to meddle in such matters.
It is a nice day to make one of my favorite dishes. Looks like we could have a storm so the atmosphere is thick with a wicked blend of hot and cool air masses swirling. Can you tell I've had too much coffee? Anyway, better to be inside than out although Nancy is sitting just outside the screen door doing her notes. I have the eggplant washed and ready to go. I'm making an eggplant parmesan with a healthy does of zucchini and sauteed mushrooms thrown in for good measure. For a change, I'm not going to bake the eggplant slices. Rather, I'll throw them in a pan and saute them until they are soft enough to throw in baking dish. Not sure if this is all going to work and I may have to change plans midstream. Just be prepared, Johnny boy. Don't forget the pasta. It will be the perfect complement to the dish if all goes as planned. One thing is sure with eggplant. It gets all soft at the end of the process so it is difficult to separate the good cooks from the bad cooks when preparing and tasting the dish. Unless, of course, you're working the midnight shift in Hells kitchen which I am not.
I guess we'll see if Noah gets the nod to join us at the lake. It's been two or three years since we've gone as a group. In a year when going was even in question we find ourselves saddling up for another tour. A shorter one, to be sure. In duration, that is. We'll be there for 4 days instead of 7. It is still a 5-hour trip. It is still a trip we can practically make with our eyes closed since we've been doing it for so many years. It almost qualifies as a pilgrimage given the religiousness that we attach not only to the trip itself but to the destination as well. It is, after all, the queen of American lakes. But Noah may have other responsibilities as captain of the soccer team where his parents feel his priorities belong after a long summer when most summer vacations have come and gone. Well, his have come and gone. Just ask Evan. The two of them are just back after a week on Cape Cod. What a life. I'm just not sure how Evan is going to feel if Noah can't make it. He's not done a solo in a long time. And, he doesn't hang with his parents particularly well. I guess we'll know soon enough. For today anyway, Evan and Jeremy have gone over to help Roger Walton move from his house. To think Roger taught Ev to ride his bike as a yout. Payback is a bitch.
It is a nice day to make one of my favorite dishes. Looks like we could have a storm so the atmosphere is thick with a wicked blend of hot and cool air masses swirling. Can you tell I've had too much coffee? Anyway, better to be inside than out although Nancy is sitting just outside the screen door doing her notes. I have the eggplant washed and ready to go. I'm making an eggplant parmesan with a healthy does of zucchini and sauteed mushrooms thrown in for good measure. For a change, I'm not going to bake the eggplant slices. Rather, I'll throw them in a pan and saute them until they are soft enough to throw in baking dish. Not sure if this is all going to work and I may have to change plans midstream. Just be prepared, Johnny boy. Don't forget the pasta. It will be the perfect complement to the dish if all goes as planned. One thing is sure with eggplant. It gets all soft at the end of the process so it is difficult to separate the good cooks from the bad cooks when preparing and tasting the dish. Unless, of course, you're working the midnight shift in Hells kitchen which I am not.
I guess we'll see if Noah gets the nod to join us at the lake. It's been two or three years since we've gone as a group. In a year when going was even in question we find ourselves saddling up for another tour. A shorter one, to be sure. In duration, that is. We'll be there for 4 days instead of 7. It is still a 5-hour trip. It is still a trip we can practically make with our eyes closed since we've been doing it for so many years. It almost qualifies as a pilgrimage given the religiousness that we attach not only to the trip itself but to the destination as well. It is, after all, the queen of American lakes. But Noah may have other responsibilities as captain of the soccer team where his parents feel his priorities belong after a long summer when most summer vacations have come and gone. Well, his have come and gone. Just ask Evan. The two of them are just back after a week on Cape Cod. What a life. I'm just not sure how Evan is going to feel if Noah can't make it. He's not done a solo in a long time. And, he doesn't hang with his parents particularly well. I guess we'll know soon enough. For today anyway, Evan and Jeremy have gone over to help Roger Walton move from his house. To think Roger taught Ev to ride his bike as a yout. Payback is a bitch.