I Miss the Rain
It rained for the past few days. Actually, it poured. It thundered and the skies lit up with some pretty powerful lightning. At one point on Monday, the rain came down so hard we couldn't see outside, and the power went out for a few minutes. It made the air very cool and clean. Last night, after dinner, my friend and I walked out to my car and as if on cue we both took a full, deep breathe of crisp, evening air. The deep sound of our lungs filling with air was actually kind of funny, considering it was in unison. But it was a clean breath and one of those moment when you know you're breathing purity.
I love the news headlines, though, about the rain. So sensational. There was one headline today that screamed "Bird Flu Case Confirmed in Greece!" or some place. The byline, however, said "Virus poses minimal risk to humans". So why all the hubbub? I was confused, especially when I read the article that predicted a pandemic, another SARS ready to wipe us all out at once. The swift hand of God tickling our lungs, teasing us with this pure air and then smiting us with some unfortunately named illness. I mean, come on...bird flu? At least Ebola has a ring to it. Black Plague just sounds narsty. "Bird flu" sounds like some sort of dance you do at a wedding.
People in Southern California brake for lightning.
I am trying to make yogurt again tonight. Since last time it was so successful, and I only used a quart, I bought a whole gallon this time and I'm making a bunch of it. I don't want to jinx myself but wouldn't it be my luck for all that work to go pbbbbllt and fail miserably? Milk isn't cheap and you know, you can just buy yogurt in the store right? But alas. I have to be all Laura Ingalls Wilder and stuff, and make it myself. It better yog.
My shoes must walk around on their own while I'm at work or something. That's the only plausible reason I can think of for there to be so many pairs all over my apartment. Pink converse by the wine rack, combat boots under the giant bear, loafers near the fan, flip flops in the kitchen. Geeze, what do these shoes do while I'm not home? Dance?
I had butterflies in my stomach last night. That was a good feeling. Its the feeling of anticipation and rush. Its teasing and its fulfillment. Woooosh...what a feeling.
I love the news headlines, though, about the rain. So sensational. There was one headline today that screamed "Bird Flu Case Confirmed in Greece!" or some place. The byline, however, said "Virus poses minimal risk to humans". So why all the hubbub? I was confused, especially when I read the article that predicted a pandemic, another SARS ready to wipe us all out at once. The swift hand of God tickling our lungs, teasing us with this pure air and then smiting us with some unfortunately named illness. I mean, come on...bird flu? At least Ebola has a ring to it. Black Plague just sounds narsty. "Bird flu" sounds like some sort of dance you do at a wedding.
People in Southern California brake for lightning.
I am trying to make yogurt again tonight. Since last time it was so successful, and I only used a quart, I bought a whole gallon this time and I'm making a bunch of it. I don't want to jinx myself but wouldn't it be my luck for all that work to go pbbbbllt and fail miserably? Milk isn't cheap and you know, you can just buy yogurt in the store right? But alas. I have to be all Laura Ingalls Wilder and stuff, and make it myself. It better yog.
My shoes must walk around on their own while I'm at work or something. That's the only plausible reason I can think of for there to be so many pairs all over my apartment. Pink converse by the wine rack, combat boots under the giant bear, loafers near the fan, flip flops in the kitchen. Geeze, what do these shoes do while I'm not home? Dance?
I had butterflies in my stomach last night. That was a good feeling. Its the feeling of anticipation and rush. Its teasing and its fulfillment. Woooosh...what a feeling.
posted by The Semi-Pro Chef at Wednesday, October 19, 2005
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