Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. - Cyril Connolly
Monday, April 09, 2007
Leftovers
After I put out the garbage and recycling this morning, fed the cat monsters, and located my cell phone, I called upstairs to my still slumbering sibling as I was leaving for work and reminded her to check the house thoroughly for all of her belongings before she left.
She has a tendency to spread her stuff throughout my house like fog spilling into a valley when she visits. It's quite amazing really. Shoes, coats, clothing, books, food, etc., all spread generously like a layer of peanut butter on toast - every nook and cranny gets filled in 24 hours or less.
I just called her to find our where she was on her trip back home, and she's got about 2 hours yet to go. I ran through a quick list of about 5 things I reminded her to take with her, and she forgot 3 of them. I can't wait to get home and find what else she neglected to take with her.
Thanks to her forgetfullness, I can add sautee'd oyster mushrooms to the steak dinner I was planning this evening with rosemary roasted potatoes and rapini. Sadly, she remembered to take the tenderloin with her.
