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Last week I bought an unripened pineapple on sale and today it was finally ready to cut open. I must say it is deeelicious. Even the dog enjoyed eating some of the core bits.
In other fruit and vegetable news [sidenote -- OH GOD I REALLY NEED A LIFE. Only someone over the age of 65 should ever write "in other fruit and vegetable news"] I'm thinking of growing some stuff in a little container garden on Mom Mom's deck this summer. So far I've decided on an heirloom tomato plant, raspberries, and a mix of little salad greens and herbs. I might do strawberries and zucchini, but I don't want to get ahead of myself, especially considering my murderous track record with houseplants. I just figure I ought to take advantage of my year of suburbia, since I'm now more convinced than ever that I am, in fact, a city girl through and through. Don't get me wrong, this is a lovely neighborhood and it's full of nice people with great dogs and it's nice to have a big plot of woods in which to walk Homer but for whatever the reason I prefer the dirty, loud overcrowded feel of an urban environment. I will definitely be returning to it in the near future.
For some incredibly odd reason, the past couple of days I've been thinking about law school. I have no idea why. I wanted to be a lawyer when I was in like 8th grade, but once I learned that there are approximately 7.3 billion lawyers in this country and most have totally shit jobs I kinda got over it. Plus, it was around my freshman year of high school that I started to really love literature, and I also realized that my parents had no college fund, were pretty poor, and that I'd be paying for college alone. So the idea of an additional 80-100k in loans for law school seemed insane. Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of applying to schools or even taking the LSATs -- I have neither the GPA nor the funds for a Tier I law school and let's be real, only people from Tier I schools get enviable jobs in the legal world -- I'm just wondering where the thoughts came from.
I had a nice time in Atlantic City this weekend. My parents have become total gambing whores and have started to go down there one or two weekends a month and were kind enough to let me tag along this time. I learned how to play craps, enjoyed an unseasonably warm walk on the boards, and missed my Mom Mom in a way that was less sad and more fond. Time really is the only thing that heals, eh?
In other fruit and vegetable news [sidenote -- OH GOD I REALLY NEED A LIFE. Only someone over the age of 65 should ever write "in other fruit and vegetable news"] I'm thinking of growing some stuff in a little container garden on Mom Mom's deck this summer. So far I've decided on an heirloom tomato plant, raspberries, and a mix of little salad greens and herbs. I might do strawberries and zucchini, but I don't want to get ahead of myself, especially considering my murderous track record with houseplants. I just figure I ought to take advantage of my year of suburbia, since I'm now more convinced than ever that I am, in fact, a city girl through and through. Don't get me wrong, this is a lovely neighborhood and it's full of nice people with great dogs and it's nice to have a big plot of woods in which to walk Homer but for whatever the reason I prefer the dirty, loud overcrowded feel of an urban environment. I will definitely be returning to it in the near future.
For some incredibly odd reason, the past couple of days I've been thinking about law school. I have no idea why. I wanted to be a lawyer when I was in like 8th grade, but once I learned that there are approximately 7.3 billion lawyers in this country and most have totally shit jobs I kinda got over it. Plus, it was around my freshman year of high school that I started to really love literature, and I also realized that my parents had no college fund, were pretty poor, and that I'd be paying for college alone. So the idea of an additional 80-100k in loans for law school seemed insane. Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of applying to schools or even taking the LSATs -- I have neither the GPA nor the funds for a Tier I law school and let's be real, only people from Tier I schools get enviable jobs in the legal world -- I'm just wondering where the thoughts came from.
I had a nice time in Atlantic City this weekend. My parents have become total gambing whores and have started to go down there one or two weekends a month and were kind enough to let me tag along this time. I learned how to play craps, enjoyed an unseasonably warm walk on the boards, and missed my Mom Mom in a way that was less sad and more fond. Time really is the only thing that heals, eh?