I’m currently up north visiting my folks.
I made a pretty delicious supper for my Dad yesterday (butter chicken, spicy red curry rice, coconut rice, and a potato, cauliflower and pea curry). Since I missed Mother’s Day, I’m going to be cooking for my Mom today… Meal plan: mulligatawny soup, fresh naan bread, and my patented avocado explosion (which reberk has been the guinea pig for a couple of times). The only difference is that I’m going to be serving the avocado dish with homemade gnocchi, which I’ve never made before. Should be fun.
Everyone here is doing well… I had some good kitchen hangouts with my mom while preparing supper (where we discussed various things, including my back-up plans (in light of the fact that I might not be teaching in the fall)). Also, after supper, my parents and I talked a bit about their honeymoon, which consisted of camping at various locales while driving from Saskatoon to Vancouver (where my Mom had her first job as a dietitian). Crazy fact: not only was their place in Vancouver the first time that they lived together, but they were also twenty-two and twenty-three (respectively) when they got married. Yep. My Dad was married to my Mom when he was five years younger than I am today.
I’m getting old. I have errant hairs growing on my shoulders. I’m concerned about a decline in my neural plasticity, as I’m not as “quick on my feet” (intellectually-speaking) as I used to be. I get lonely. Sometimes I worry that these things make me less lovable.
It’s raining.
Emo.
[Note: Don't worry... I haven't totally transmuted into some sort of sullen sad-sack. I've just been kind of blue for the last couple of weeks. I'm sure I'll shake it off soon enough.]
