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Sitting here looking at the blank new entry form, unable to figure out what to put in it. I keep thinking of the hour or so after I wake up when all sorts of memories and thoughts run through my brain, and I say run through advisedly, as my brain has become a sieve and none of those thoughts and memories stay around long enough for me to make anything of them, except perhaps yet another pig's breakfast, and those are all too common anymore. My capacity to generate narratives out of experience seems to have taken a powder. Thinking about just about anything just leaves me sad and exhausted anymore. There are no more stories, just random nouns and verbs and adjectives and their little grammatic friends. I feel like a cook who has forgotten all the recipes.
But Thursday not only brought some rain, it brought my packages of kitchen implements. I now have three cast iron skillets, the largest being ten inches, and six stainless steel utensils; spatula, ladle, spoon, slotted spoon, and a spoon-like but flatter thing that you can pick up fairly large things like potatoes or hunks of cabbage with but its full of little holes so the thing can drain liquids out. This latter I will probably use most often to fetch artichokes from the pot, as I've struggled to do that with the inadequate utensils I had before.
These things came with a container with holes so water can drip out I suppose, but it is very poor storage for them as it is so lightweight and the utensils so heavy that when you put them in the container it just falls over. If I'm using it for what I think it's for, then it's one of the stupidest designs I've ever seen. I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it's evidence that I'm not the only person in the world getting stupider, but on the other hand I'd rather that the people who design things I use not be even stupider than me. The idea of growing stupidity being so widespread is disturbing. Misery may love company, but the guy getting surgery doesn't want his surgical team to be a bunch of idgits, right?
There has been more rain off and on all night, or at least those parts of the night I've been awake for, but it has been quiet for the last half hour or so. I'm about to go see if I can sleep some more, and it would be nice if the rain would come back for a while to sing me a lullaby, but it probably won't. The forecast is showing minimal chances of more rain over the next ten days. I guess I'll just grunt and groan myself to sleep as usual.
But Thursday not only brought some rain, it brought my packages of kitchen implements. I now have three cast iron skillets, the largest being ten inches, and six stainless steel utensils; spatula, ladle, spoon, slotted spoon, and a spoon-like but flatter thing that you can pick up fairly large things like potatoes or hunks of cabbage with but its full of little holes so the thing can drain liquids out. This latter I will probably use most often to fetch artichokes from the pot, as I've struggled to do that with the inadequate utensils I had before.
These things came with a container with holes so water can drip out I suppose, but it is very poor storage for them as it is so lightweight and the utensils so heavy that when you put them in the container it just falls over. If I'm using it for what I think it's for, then it's one of the stupidest designs I've ever seen. I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it's evidence that I'm not the only person in the world getting stupider, but on the other hand I'd rather that the people who design things I use not be even stupider than me. The idea of growing stupidity being so widespread is disturbing. Misery may love company, but the guy getting surgery doesn't want his surgical team to be a bunch of idgits, right?
There has been more rain off and on all night, or at least those parts of the night I've been awake for, but it has been quiet for the last half hour or so. I'm about to go see if I can sleep some more, and it would be nice if the rain would come back for a while to sing me a lullaby, but it probably won't. The forecast is showing minimal chances of more rain over the next ten days. I guess I'll just grunt and groan myself to sleep as usual.
