Weekend accomplishments: Baton Rouge edition
I finally decided to stop fucking around and buy the "Redrum" caftan from Lauren of Palm Springs:
Mostly because she had another one called the "Room 237" caftan, which was patterned like the green-and-purple carpet from The Shining, which I liked even more, but that was only listed for a few weeks. It must have been a very limited supply of fabric. If she ever gets it back in stock, I will buy that sucker if I'm down to my last hundred bucks. So anyway, I figured I should get it because it might not be available forever.
This is a looser/less structured caftan than her fancier ones. It's cheaper and since it's truly just one size it was ready to ship, and while those are both pluses I probably still would have bought it over one of the others. I'm not going to be wearing this anywhere but home, so I'm more interested in comfort.
I already frequently walk Penny around the front yard with a cocktail or wine glass in one hand, doing it while wearing this should amuse the neighbors no end. Eh, those philistines probably aren't Kubrick fans.
Saturday I made breakfast as usual, then got in the shower right away. The drive to Baton Rouge wasn't too bad; a couple of old pickups got into an accident on the upslope of the New Bridge over the Mississippi and everyone had to squeeze into one lane, which wasn't great but only turned out to be a 10-12 minute delay. I've sat through longer ones that had no apparent cause, something that's always driven me nuts. I got to the mall pretty much right at noon, and got home around 4:00. I washed and dried all the bento stuff I bought, then for some reason decided to vacuum both the downstairs rugs and my bedroom. My bedroom was overdue, but I really should have let it wait another day.
David made chicken with roasted garlic, and tomatoes baked with cottage cheese and herbs and some other things (I think there was some mayo and parmesan in there) that were super good. I watched the new episode of Fantasmas, which featured both an overly aggressive infomercial for toilet dressing and a gay hamster nightclub. Julio Torres' brain is so weird. I decided to watch part 2 of The Jinx again and watched a couple episodes of that.
Sunday I made french toast and bacon for breakfast, changed/washed the sheets, and watched another episode of Six Schizophrenic Brothers, which I had started on Friday. It's about the Galvin family, in which there were 12 siblings (10 boys and 2 girls) and 6 of the brothers developed schizophrenia. This was in the 1960s and 1970s, and a lot of what has been learned about the illness, especially genetically, came from studying this one family. There's a very good book about them called Hidden Valley Road that I read a couple years ago. The series wasn't new information, but it did feature most of the surviving siblings and a lot of other people involved with the family, so it was interesting.
I went to Rouses, came back and put away groceries and cleaned the kitchen and made the 'rents lunch--I bought one of those chicken caesar wraps from the deli--boiled half a dozen eggs for the week's lunches, and had some wine and read. I finished Murder in the First Class Carriage, which was about a murder that happened in England in 1864 that was a huge deal at the time but has been mostly forgotten about today. I started another Stephen King short story collection, Just After Sunset, and I'm pretty sure I never read this one. I used to roll my eyes his whole "Constant Reader" shtick in the intros, but you know, he published his first book the same year I was born and I have been reading him literally my entire life.
For dinner I made bacon and egg spaghetti, which is what it sounds like, and a chopped salad, and dessert was a mini lemon sheet cake I bought at Trader Joe's. I finished Six Schizophrenic Brothers and watched a couple more episodes of The Jinx. I loved John Lewin's interns (wacky twin brothers) describing listening to Durst's jailhouse phone calls as "a little treat". The reason I love The Jinx is it has this sort of dark but madcap thread of humor in it; it reminds me of The Thin Blue Line, like when one of Adams' attorneys says the whole reason one of the witnesses came forward was because the cops got called to her and her husband's apartment because "they were having a 3-day running knife fight".
Mostly because she had another one called the "Room 237" caftan, which was patterned like the green-and-purple carpet from The Shining, which I liked even more, but that was only listed for a few weeks. It must have been a very limited supply of fabric. If she ever gets it back in stock, I will buy that sucker if I'm down to my last hundred bucks. So anyway, I figured I should get it because it might not be available forever.
This is a looser/less structured caftan than her fancier ones. It's cheaper and since it's truly just one size it was ready to ship, and while those are both pluses I probably still would have bought it over one of the others. I'm not going to be wearing this anywhere but home, so I'm more interested in comfort.
I already frequently walk Penny around the front yard with a cocktail or wine glass in one hand, doing it while wearing this should amuse the neighbors no end. Eh, those philistines probably aren't Kubrick fans.
Saturday I made breakfast as usual, then got in the shower right away. The drive to Baton Rouge wasn't too bad; a couple of old pickups got into an accident on the upslope of the New Bridge over the Mississippi and everyone had to squeeze into one lane, which wasn't great but only turned out to be a 10-12 minute delay. I've sat through longer ones that had no apparent cause, something that's always driven me nuts. I got to the mall pretty much right at noon, and got home around 4:00. I washed and dried all the bento stuff I bought, then for some reason decided to vacuum both the downstairs rugs and my bedroom. My bedroom was overdue, but I really should have let it wait another day.
David made chicken with roasted garlic, and tomatoes baked with cottage cheese and herbs and some other things (I think there was some mayo and parmesan in there) that were super good. I watched the new episode of Fantasmas, which featured both an overly aggressive infomercial for toilet dressing and a gay hamster nightclub. Julio Torres' brain is so weird. I decided to watch part 2 of The Jinx again and watched a couple episodes of that.
Sunday I made french toast and bacon for breakfast, changed/washed the sheets, and watched another episode of Six Schizophrenic Brothers, which I had started on Friday. It's about the Galvin family, in which there were 12 siblings (10 boys and 2 girls) and 6 of the brothers developed schizophrenia. This was in the 1960s and 1970s, and a lot of what has been learned about the illness, especially genetically, came from studying this one family. There's a very good book about them called Hidden Valley Road that I read a couple years ago. The series wasn't new information, but it did feature most of the surviving siblings and a lot of other people involved with the family, so it was interesting.
I went to Rouses, came back and put away groceries and cleaned the kitchen and made the 'rents lunch--I bought one of those chicken caesar wraps from the deli--boiled half a dozen eggs for the week's lunches, and had some wine and read. I finished Murder in the First Class Carriage, which was about a murder that happened in England in 1864 that was a huge deal at the time but has been mostly forgotten about today. I started another Stephen King short story collection, Just After Sunset, and I'm pretty sure I never read this one. I used to roll my eyes his whole "Constant Reader" shtick in the intros, but you know, he published his first book the same year I was born and I have been reading him literally my entire life.
For dinner I made bacon and egg spaghetti, which is what it sounds like, and a chopped salad, and dessert was a mini lemon sheet cake I bought at Trader Joe's. I finished Six Schizophrenic Brothers and watched a couple more episodes of The Jinx. I loved John Lewin's interns (wacky twin brothers) describing listening to Durst's jailhouse phone calls as "a little treat". The reason I love The Jinx is it has this sort of dark but madcap thread of humor in it; it reminds me of The Thin Blue Line, like when one of Adams' attorneys says the whole reason one of the witnesses came forward was because the cops got called to her and her husband's apartment because "they were having a 3-day running knife fight".