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“Do I need a reservation?”

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For the third time in almost five years, I’m cooking dinner for A tonight.  Valentine’s dinner, no less.  Usually, I’m a firm believer in sticking to what I know.  In my case, that’s baking.  Cookies, cupcakes, wedding cakes – if it involves a mixer and an oven, I can do it.  Cooking, on the other hand, is not my forte.  And really, why bother when I live with a professional.

Valentine’s Day, that’s why.  See, there are certain holidays which, in the restaurant world, are referred to as “amateurs’ nights”.  New Years is a big one, and Mother’s Day as well (brunch in that case).  Likewise Valentine’s.  In the normal course of things, A and I would have made reservations at a cute little restaurant yesterday or tonight, then happily celebrated the actual holiday from the comfort of our couch.

Superbowl sliders and champagne
The past few days having been decidedly not normal (due mostly to a family member being ill) and A having to work later tonight than we thought, we missed our chance to do the nice Valentine’s dinner a few days early.

I put the odds at us taking a few bites of dinner and then ordering takeout at 50/50.

Wings & Glitter

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I go from day to day.  I know where the cupboards are.  I know where the car is parked.  I know he isn’t you.

Tori show last night, the first one I’ve seen since Florida.  I knew she’d be in New York, but wasn’t planning to go.  That part of my life feels long since over, the Florida show I went to with Liz six years ago one last grasp at adolescence.  The theatre released a block of tickets Monday morning, though, and I logged onto Ticketmaster for the hell of it and ended up with a seat five rows from the stage.

The show was epic.  Instead of the band she had a string quartet, and those boys played like they’d bought their instruments from the devil himself.  I sat next to a little fae boy, who had been to the same show at Great Woods in ’99 that I’d been at, and who confessed that he missed seeing all the teenage girls in their wings and their glitter.

We’ve grown up, I told him, put aside the wings in favor of careers and husbands.

I am finding myself, more and more, feeling as though perhaps I made a left turn when I should have gone write.  My husband told me he thought of my writing as a hobby.  I tried to explain it was more, that I need words the way most people need oxygen.  As so often happens when I speak, though, I got it wrong, and the upshot of the conversation was that the student loans get paid off and then we can think about leaving the city.

It frustrates me to be unable to explain why writing is unlike, say, gardening or model aircraft building, but he has something of a point.  I write in my free time, in the extra hour I have when I leave work before 9 pm or on the weekends when he is working.  I write on vacations, and in the odd spaces, but only when I have time for it.  It’s hard to justify switching to something as a career – especially something with no guarantee of earning you a living – when you don’t treat it as such.  And so, instead of spending my Sunday night relaxing on the couch watching TV, I edited.

Heavy Lidded

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I have a great talent for knocking things over.  Most often my mug of tea at work.  I put it within reach of where I’m working and then lean over to grab the phone or pick up a stack of cases and next thing I know I’m running to the pantry for paper towels and laying my mouse pad across the air vents to dry out.

Tonight it was the glass of water by the bed.  I do this often enough that I try to use a plastic glass.  Less chance of breakage.  And I usually try not to full it very full either.  Less to clean up when I reach over and spill at 3 am.  Tonight, of course, it was an almost full pint glass, so I ended up having to take the fabric off the speaker I use as an end table and sop the water off.

Husband came in and asked if I wanted a new glass.  I told him no, I’d probably spill it.  He came back with bottled water, set it on the denuded speaker, and said, “I brought you one with a lid.”