Thanksgiving Nights 2 & 3
2
Went biking in the morning in Creve Coeur lake. Crowded with more people than we expected. I especially annoyed the bike trainers. I'm a fledgling and no doubt annoying as I wobble through the path.
Favorite was a guy training for skiing on his roller blades. He sang a whole lap at the top of his lungs--"I feel good..." is the only one I remember.
Must take a picture of the old barns along Maryland Heights. On the outside, they appear weak, vulnerable to a mere breeze, but after several cold days and gusts of up to 30 MPH, and so many years of cold winters, they stand as though they've always stood, Proteus-like yet humble.
Came home. Started up the cooking process. Took all afternoon into the evening. Everything turned out except I forgot the pears in the stuffing and I overdid it with the flour in the green bean casserole. Ate the turkey roulade and fell in love with the gravy. The sweet potato casserole was sweet and tangy. Invited Stephen and Abe, but they declined. Like everyone else in St. Louis, they have more family than I can tolerate. It's Southern.
3
Finally looked up the droopy right eye problem. It's called ptosis and requires surgery to fix it. I'll have to schedule an appointment with the doctor to make sure that the garbled hearing, headaches, and tiredness is unrelated. I'm hoping he'll send me to a competent opthamologist who will tell me it's a contact lens issue and will repair my drooping lid with ease. I am equally frightened of the prospect of being mad or truly ill.
Fought with my hormones and despised my ovaries for yet another month. Fantasized about stabbing myself in the womb, dramatically and Freudianish, or searing my ovaries in a pan. I hate them every day but more so on these days. Attribute my weirdness to the hormones again.
Tried to listen to music to calm my nerves, but I've no patience for it. I read instead Allen Ginsberg, which also explains my mood.
John is sick, probably because of biking in the cold.
Thought of calling my parents but they don't live in the US, so today is an ordinary day for them.
Went biking in the morning in Creve Coeur lake. Crowded with more people than we expected. I especially annoyed the bike trainers. I'm a fledgling and no doubt annoying as I wobble through the path.
Favorite was a guy training for skiing on his roller blades. He sang a whole lap at the top of his lungs--"I feel good..." is the only one I remember.
Must take a picture of the old barns along Maryland Heights. On the outside, they appear weak, vulnerable to a mere breeze, but after several cold days and gusts of up to 30 MPH, and so many years of cold winters, they stand as though they've always stood, Proteus-like yet humble.
Came home. Started up the cooking process. Took all afternoon into the evening. Everything turned out except I forgot the pears in the stuffing and I overdid it with the flour in the green bean casserole. Ate the turkey roulade and fell in love with the gravy. The sweet potato casserole was sweet and tangy. Invited Stephen and Abe, but they declined. Like everyone else in St. Louis, they have more family than I can tolerate. It's Southern.
3
Finally looked up the droopy right eye problem. It's called ptosis and requires surgery to fix it. I'll have to schedule an appointment with the doctor to make sure that the garbled hearing, headaches, and tiredness is unrelated. I'm hoping he'll send me to a competent opthamologist who will tell me it's a contact lens issue and will repair my drooping lid with ease. I am equally frightened of the prospect of being mad or truly ill.
Fought with my hormones and despised my ovaries for yet another month. Fantasized about stabbing myself in the womb, dramatically and Freudianish, or searing my ovaries in a pan. I hate them every day but more so on these days. Attribute my weirdness to the hormones again.
Tried to listen to music to calm my nerves, but I've no patience for it. I read instead Allen Ginsberg, which also explains my mood.
John is sick, probably because of biking in the cold.
Thought of calling my parents but they don't live in the US, so today is an ordinary day for them.