Sunday, October 23, 2011

Enjoying reality.

In a word, last night’s weather event was a real DOOZY that rocked us out of bed at 1:55 in the morning and included torrential rain, 70 m.p.h. wind gusts and extremely loud HAIL, key ingredients of every self-respecting thunderstorm that wants to call itself “severe.” This one definitely fit the bill. I don’t know the total rainfall yet, but remind me to send a thankyou note to somebody because we need all the rain we can get.

At 9 this morning we drove to north Dallas for brunch at Blue Mesa, which was — as always — outstanding. Al was his typical tip-worthy self, fawning all over us, dripping with charm and fulfilling Sam’s grapefruit juice fantasies with at least two gallons of fresh-squeezed. My favorite southwestern corn relish, however, was a little disappointing. Mom said it was “nice and crunchy” (I’m assuming that’s a compliment); to me it just tasted like smelly feet. At first I was afraid my taste disorder (see earlier post) had come back, but since everything else on my plate was absolutely yum I have to stick to the smelly feet critique. Mom loved the teeny flans and the guacamole was crazy good. God bless avocados.

We’re an hour away from game four of the World Series but I honestly don’t know if I can stand another evening with the Rangers and Cardinals after last night’s catastrophe. I might have to crawl under a rock with an old movie and the “Real Housewives of New Jersey.” But never mind where I’ll be an hour from now … first I have to figure out what’s for dinner around here. Mom and Sam, who are walking around the block, both requested lox and bagels; I’m considering a pile of steamed veggies and leftover meatballs from last night.

Life is swell. Thanks for stopping by.

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