07 August 2004 ~ Doing nothing...

It rained off and on all day yesterday. I love summer rain. Makes me want to drink coffee, cuddle, and do nothing. Today, the sun is back out, and I'm sort of disappointed.

But I still feel like doing nothing. Argh. If I get any lazier, I'll fossilize or something.

On Thursday, I cooked spiedies for a friend's birthday party. I didn't really have enough money to buy her a birthday present, and I don't really know her well enough to pick something really good anyway. So, I thought: everybody likes spiedies. I've never known ANYONE, including my picky brothers, who didn't like spiedies. So, I got a recipe from the internet, fucked with it a little bit, and left it in the fridge for a couple of days. I'd never made home-made ones before. It was sort of nerve-wracking. I can make anything taste good (except frozen broccoli, egg, and American cheese in a pan...), but Neil was there, and Neil knows from spiedies.

I don't have a grill, and neither did my friends. Come to think of it, I've never actually USED a grill by myself. I sort of poked at one once, but I don't think it counts. So, I bit my lip, took a deep breath, and started knocking on the neighbors' doors, asking to borrow a grill. Sometimes I wonder if I appear, to others, as eccentric as I feel. "Um, hi, I'm Helena... Nice to meet you... Yeah, it's my friend's birthday and I'm grilling food for her, but I don't have a grill, so, um... can I use yours?"

I returned to my friends' apartment to announce that I'd made a new friend on all our behalfs. I think there may have been a few raised eyebrows, but I couldn't be sure.

The spiedies actually tasted like spiedies. That was really the best I could have hoped for. My grilling skills could use a little work, but they were spiedies, and that was what mattered. And, I still have yet to see anybody dislike a spiedie. Four freakin' pounds of them, gone in like, twenty minutes... THAT is a success...

I am feeling so fucking lazy. I'm bored, but the notion of moving around and doing something sounds like so much work. I don't get it. This morning I was all energetic and shit. I think it's because my kid is hyper, and is kicking the hell out of me. What a weird, weird universe this is, when one person can actually be two people. It's like those two-headed people I saw on Oprah one time... Apparently, if one of us is hyper -- me or the baby -- the other supplies the energy necessary for the hyper state. Part of me is annoyed that I'm tired and lazy. A larger part of me finds it amusing as all hell to be kicked around by a mini-person.

Blah.

I think I'll go do nothing.

~Helena*