"Provolone Feet"

I always have something to say. Yet, since I made up my mind to revisit my blog, I have no idea what the hell to write about. But I must prevail, so here I go. First let me tell you about my brother Richard. He is hilarious, animated, talkative, impatient, argumentative, and has the singularly most animated mind out of everyone I know. He personifies everything that makes triple Gemini energy (accentuated by Aries and Leo) assertive and effective communicators. His commentaries on life and its indignities are entertaining and hilarious. For the past year I have begged him to channel his insightful and assertive inner and outer chatter into a blog. 

But how can I encourage anyone when I can barely get off my lazy ass to tackle my own creative projects? I mean, it’s been what...almost 6 years since my last blog entry? 6 YEARS??? What kind of example am I? So, here I go, but it ain't gonna be easy; my ADD has been in full steam ever since I got up this morning.

First thing, natch, I HAD to attend to my weekly personal grooming: washing hair, shaving legs (it IS summer after all...though it is unlikely anyone will see them...unless I'm in an accident and end up in a hospital and then THANK GOD) and yanking out those frigging chin and mustache hairs. My god are they persistent! In two days they’ll be baaack! God forbid I forget about 'em….there they’ll be…long and strong, black ones, grey ones…sticking right out of my face. Echhhh...

But most time consuming of all…I tackled my terrible feet. Each and every week, I carve, clip, and sand them in a valiant yet futile effort to tame their inevitable crustiness. Whadda chore. Resentful of the enormous amount of time this takes out of my precious weekend I had the idea that I ought to relabel the hours spent on these incessant grooming chores as “Spa Time” which just might make it a tad more pleasant. Sigh…Too bad I don't have the cash to pay someone else to do the honors. (This one in particular always makes me think of Richard telling our niece that one day, she, too, will have “provolone feet".)

Anyway, freshly shampooed and a little less hairy, my slightly smoother feet and I went around the corner to the Greenmarket and hauled back bunches of lambs quarters, onions, fresh garlic, asparagus, lacinato kale, tomatoes, sour cherries and red currants. I pretended not to see the artisanal cheese and the bread. Back home, I made a little breakfast, asparagus sautéed with the onion's green tops topped with a fried pasture raised egg. Then, when I finally sat down at my desk, instead of writing, I started editing Photos…deleting duplicates, and organizing my images into folders. (Btw…can I say how much I HATE Apple’s “Photos”?)

I got up up to visit the kitchen, oh, like, 5 times? I did some preliminary prep, took a few photos, then sat back down; got up and made an iced tea, sat back down; got up and made a coffee chocolate banana Ninja shake, sat back down again, finally quit Photos, and started writing. Then, hungry AGAIN, I got up to make dinner: pan fried organic chicken livers with sautéed lambs quarters, zucchini, onions, brown rice and sliced tomatoes. And here I am…sitting back down again, hopefully finishing this blog entry before I answer the siren call of my sofa.