From one moment to the next, there is a *problem* with my T.V.
It is 12.30 at night and I do not care that much about it. I am very tired, which has been the leitmotiv ( what language is that ?) of this past week.
I actually have written notes about how to solve the most common problem with my T.V.
Did not work.
Then I moved on to my next solution for all problems like this : I unplugged everything and then plugged it back in again.
Did not work and I do not care. This problem is not going anywhere. It will be there in the morning.
Tomorrow is Saturday. I shall suck down and enjoy to an evil extent my 3 cups of coffee ( I shall indeed go to H*ll for the pleasure that I experience as I drink that devil’s brew). Then I shall go and buy the Saturday newspaper, my other vice. I shall really be in some lower level of H*ll tomorrow.
And then, maybe, I shall glance at my T.V.
I am telling a fib right now- I can see it over my right side- although it is indeed off, the lights all look much as they should. It most likely will work fine tomorrow. If it does not, I do not give a sh*t. Although at odd moments I do think that I need to learn more *boy* things. Especially about appliances that need to be grounded. Oops, I am rambling, that is another topic indeed.
I get my newspaper tomorrow, and books are speeding their way to me.
I am one happy bunny.
I just ordered some books, from a gift card that I received from a friend. Thank goodness that I do not have a credit card, I would have simply hogged out on buying books.
What a luscious and utterly decadent thing to do. I should be fretting about my protein intake, but I ordered books instead.
Should one cater to the body or to the soul ?
You know, they always say do not go shopping for food when you are hungry.
And I shall tell you this- it is the very best time to go shopping. If you are hungry ( yet have a secret stash, that you are determined not to break into).
Everything looks better, more vibrant. The colors and aromas simply assail one.
I enjoyed my trip through the *big* market today very, very much.
I finally had my birthday dinner.
Grease, protein, lemon, salt and tartar sauce. 3.50 euro.
Truth be told, I could do it better, but not cheaper. I ate the whole thing and loved it.
Today I also brought in some *staples* today. I am trying to be very, very cautious about this. I am well fed- as far as calories go , have not lost weight, 91 point something– but I have horrendous cravings.
I really do want to shovel through what I have in the pantry at the moment. Get rid of it.
My *staples* : red onions, garlic, anchovies and a pack of butter.
Conservative no doubt, but I do not think that anyone can begin to imagine my terrible cravings.
I have enough * in house* now to get through a week. I can just hide out, rot, and think about what I will do.
You know, there is just no way around it. No matter how much you can control your behavior you simply have to eat. And eating should always and always be a pleasure. Not done in a car, not something stuffed into your face as you walk down the street.
I have an Italian sister-in-law, you know, the real thing, lives in Italy and all of that. Long ago and far away, we were sitting outside on her balcony, somewhere outside of Milano. Half-sloshed, she talked about food. She told me that to an Italian great food was better than great sex.
I have never really questioned this.
I just listen.