I think the antibiotics are kicking in. I've still got a cough that makes me sound hollow, wooden, and full of beads, but I'm not gasping for air anymore. Joy! My pills are coated in something that smells like vanilla but tastes like tylenol. I don't really see the point of that.
Today Marc came over and we went to Modern Club, where I had onigiri rice balls.
(There's this part in La Dolce Vita where Nico, the same Nico in the Velvet Underground, says to a group of fellow party-goers in Italian "Shall we all go and eat some spaghetti bolognese? Um um?" The "um um" is said very invitingly in a childish voice, the way a toddler might ask for "cookies, yum yum?" But it's not yum yum, it's so much better! It's UM UM!)
That's what my onigiri rice balls were. Um um.
Then Marc and I played our respective video games while a thunder storm hung over the house for an hour or so. Sometimes the thunder was so loud and close that it rattled the windows. Happy wasn't worried at all, which almost, in a way, disappointed me. Apparently Casey is very afraid of thunder storms. It seems like a normal dog-like thing to fear. Unlike toddlers and puppies, for example.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Claire, I think we both must have been in the bathroom when God was handing out immune systems.
Last night while on the phone with Viktor, there was a power surge that was felt from Vancouver to Langley. Did your computer turn off briefly around 11:00pm?
I don't think the power surge reached us. Marc was playing Nintendo and all the lights and computer were on throughout the storm. It was wild, though. At one point, I thought the giant douglas fir in front of the house had been struck by lightning. Was the storm that bad in Langley?
That's the strange part...the storm didn't reach us until just a few hours ago.
Post a Comment