This is not a blog post
It’s like this. Chopper leaves for work and I say goodbye with a quick acknowledgement that I’ll get a post up tonight. And then I stare at the words. All those words. All those messy, messy words in half-written posts in the bursting Post-in-Progress folder. That Post-in-Progress folder that’s beginning to look like a curse rather than a blessing.
(It taunts me, it does. Gives me nightmares. You know the kind; the kind where you’re back in school and it’s the final exam and it dawns on you that you never attended a single day of class and you haven’t the first clue about the mating habits of the English stoat and their impact on allegorical portraiture of the latter 16th century.)
(Oh, and you’re naked. Always with the naked, those dreams.)
So, I close the folder. Later, I tell it. Go away.
I’ll dig through it when I’m in the mood, but for now, submitted for your approval, a gratuitous fish wrapper on a lightbox and a brief expression of longing for more seafood. We are on an island and we long for seafood. So much so, that I am sorely tempted to sign up for the San Juan Nature Institute’s Sea Urchin Lab (”in which you will see the process of fertilization and the early development of sea urchins”), just so I can raise my hand halfway through and say “that’s all good, but when do we get to eat them?”
March 18th, 2006 at 8:32 pm
Miz D,
“Always with the naked, those dreams.”
I haven’t minded them so much since other people (not to name names or anything) started appearing naked in my dreams.
March 18th, 2006 at 10:15 pm
Hey, Kevin! Hey! Me??
Heh.
Mrs. D.: Ooh! Lightbox. Very cool. Sea urchin. Very cool.
As for posts in progress. Hell. Just blurt live. Like I just blurted to Kevin. For which I will never be ashamed in the morning, no.
March 18th, 2006 at 10:49 pm
No fish? No fish! What the frack? I mean, that’s seriously bad!
Speaking of sriously…give with the names, Kevin. Inquiring minds and all that.
Ms D, let’s go back to the fish. Why can’t you get seafood? Can you at least get that which lives around you? Or did they cancel your salmon season in the Sound? I’ve got salmon and sturgeon in the freezer; if you’re coming down my way, I’d make you dinner.
March 18th, 2006 at 10:52 pm
I was never naked in those dreams. It was worse! There was a time in my early school experience where my grandmother insisted that I wear an UNDERSHIRT under my blouses. Aaargh. Can you imagine the humiliation if anyone else saw them??? I mean what kind of girl child is sent to school wearing an undershirt (I should mention that this was in coastal California, not the high Sierras)? So, my worst nightmares always included with me wearing the dreaded undershirt and nothing else. \;+))) It was WORSE than being nekkid.
March 18th, 2006 at 11:20 pm
We are so not going to let Kevin forget this, are we?
Kitchenmage, we do get fish, it’s just that it’s not as cheap as it ought to be, considering how close we are to sea water and all, so we don’t buy it often. Also, no uni anywhere near here, which is quite sad. I had salmon last night for St. Paddy’s day. A splurge. Paid through the nose for it, but I was so burnt out on the land animals I couldn’t help myself. On the bright side, it’s clam season again, and clams we can get cheap.
B’gina: I got one up on you: I once wore white pants to grade school with flowered underwear underneath. My mom sent me out the door never noticing a thing. Somewhere around lunchtime, my best friend noticed, yanked me aside, and gave me her sweater to tie around my waist for the rest of the day. No wonder all my school-age crushes were unrequited!
March 19th, 2006 at 6:20 am
Your not blog posts are more entertaining than many people’s actual posts. I agree with CC, just write, and hit post. No worries.
March 20th, 2006 at 6:07 am
All,
My mother taught me it’s not polite to talk about the naked people in one’s dreams — nor the people wearing just undershirts, flowered underwear, or windbreakers.
March 20th, 2006 at 10:27 pm
You can better call a windbreaker a windcheater in the UK or you’ll raise eyebrows.
Question: no uni where you live? If I lived out there I’d go foraging for sea urchins, or are there laws against that? Pay good attention during urchin school.
I hear you on the fish problem, in Amsterdam they’re still selling these teeny tiny cod (completely illegally) in the fish markets and other than that, I’m even wondering about the consequences of eating herring. Doesn’t seem like anyone else is though.
You can tell what’s not farmed because it’s very very small. Even the mackerel.
If you want to get more depressed on this subject, read Cod by Mark Kurlansky. But if you’re thinking of stopping eating fish, it’s a great book, because it fills you with the necessary amount of self-righteousness to go an entire year without wanting any.
March 20th, 2006 at 11:11 pm
Hey debra,
Windbreaker. Snicker.
Nope, no foraging for sea urchin allowed around here. Plus the tide doesn’t quite get low enough during the day except perhaps once or twice, mid-summer. We have to go to Seattle for uni, where I imagine it’s flown in from somewhere exotic.
I just picked up a copy of Cod on sale, by the way. It’s on my to-read list, but I hope it doesn’t put me off fish for a year! (I’d be rather miserable without my wild salmon.)
March 21st, 2006 at 4:25 am
Very funny!! I know the feeling too, all the more as I am fighting with **()((&*&^& English ;-)
March 22nd, 2006 at 11:07 pm
There is uni produced somewhere localish to you, although I am not sure where. I’ve had it at the Herbfarm and they source from what I call “greater Cascadia” (Eureka to SW Alaska and east about a state) so it can’t come from too far away.