RAIN! HERE! Black clouds, blue skies.
You and Dogs win big prizes! Sink drain/disposal. I gave it a spa treatment with a deconstructed bath bomb. Shake some citric acid and baking soda in there, add a little dish soap, then drizzle in some water. When the foamy bubbles erupt, scrub the insides with a brush. Rinse and revel in the freshness!
I meant to respond when I read your post about him but the day got away from me with shopping for a new phone for MiL that she can't fuck up. Futile hurling.
Josh Johnson is a treasure.
More people need to wonder these exact things.
Something smells funny in my kitchen and I can't locate the source of the smell. I'm concerned.
Damn skippy. And Nancy Wilson, and Sarah Vaughn..
I think there's room for some critically researched theses and a clutch of Cambridge Press tomes regarding the confluence of the boom in affluence and science and medicine right after WWII with the chronic mental instability of an entire generation brought on by the inability to cope with (pick one) survivor guilt, PTSD writ large across society, societal pressure to live up to the ideals just fought for (wait, you mean, I have to be ok with THOSE people moving to MY neighborhood?), the lack of vocabulary and/or safety to express what they were all going through and the resultant dependence on booze and pills, esp. because pills were becoming not only acceptable but fashionable as an indicator that you are taking care of yourself for your family. And the doctor said they were good! That same doctor who said smoking was healthy ten years earlier while the tobacco companies were shipping free cigs to our boys over there.
I feel like all of this mess got distilled down into truly deranged food choices; I mean, these fine Americans had come off of years of rationing, why not try random shit after two martinis and a few Valium?
Do I need to watch Mad Men again?
Strands #257
“Dress for lunch”
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Honest to Pete, mid century recipes were fucking unhinged. Did magazine editors dip into the big bowl of mixed pills every morning before heading to their offices and begin tripping? Because that's the only way this shit would sound like something to eat.
Go outside. It really does help. I've been going out and sitting in my yard in the morning and listening to the birds and staring at the trees and while it doesn't fix the exterior problems in the world, it makes me feel better. It's good to make yourself feel better.
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