I don’t know, guys! Maybe it’s February or maybe this is just how you feel all the time when you reach (or uh, blow right past) midlife but I don’t really like anything right now? I don’t know that ‘anhedonia’ is the right word but it might be creeping up on it!(Antedonia? Ignore me, please.)
Scratch that; there is one thing I like right now, and it is another rewatch of West Wing. I am not so much watching it as trying to climb into it, wrapping its comforting aural gauze around my tired-ass brain and hoping for the best. I’m on season 6, so soon, I must turn my attention to the newly remastered HD Sex and the City.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to calling hours for my high school best friend’s mom. “High school best friend” does not quite do her justice in that we were inseparable from ages 17 to 38ish and then had one of those weird, uncomfortable adult friendship fallings-out where you can’t quite put your finger on who did what.
Anyway, her mom died, and I went to the calling hours portion of the program. One thing I will say about this particular funeral home is that someone must have had a meeting and said, “you know what, maybe it is better if we look like an inoffensive La-Z-Boy showroom than the ladies’ cloakroom of a church that was deconsecrated in 1976” and let me tell you, it is a real upgrade.
My point is: I have been sort of sad since then.
SWITCHING TOPICS IF I MAY, one thing I don’t like about Life in these United States (a deep cut for you other weird former 10-year-olds who couldn’t wait to sit down with your grandma’s Reader’s Digests and read jokes you didn’t understand before scaring/thrilling yourself with Drama in Real Life) is how easy it is for my dog’s veterinarians to bug me. I get postcards, emails, and text messages reminding me that they are NOW OVERDUE FOR IMPORTANT SERVICES. A pet owner and her money are soon parted, I suppose, and constant haranguing must goose the annual recurring revenue enough to make this nonsense worth their while.
While I’m Andy Rooney-ing, here is something that enraged me recently:
“KING ARTHUR FOR THIS HOUSEHOLD.” I mean, grow up. This is the moral high ground that moved you to click the comment balloon and add your important scientific research to the discourse? Loser behavior!
We celebrated Sports Thanksgiving (the Super Bowl) over the weekend with our traditional harissa wings, a recipe I highly recommend. The wings, at least, are a thing I really like right now.