February Friday Ice Hell Round-Up

I made a cheese sauce yesterday that had three pounds of cheese in it. It was lovely and smooth without a hint of scorch. I once scorched an entire Nesco of mac and cheese that I made for my son’s theater rehearsal dinner.  I pressed on, figuring they’re just kids and they won’t care. They did. It marked me for life so I do a lot of stirring.

Last night, a local warming room, open because it was below 20 degrees, rejected a woman who was intoxicated so she had to go back to sleep under the bridge from whence she had come. Maybe there’s something to add to that but I’m not sure what that would be.

I swam for an hour today with my old friend, Karen. We took the two far lanes in the deep end of the pool, the part with the diving well so it feels like swimming in the ocean above a reef for me but she likes it. She always wants to race but I say no except sometimes I let her get a head start and then I make it my goal to get ahead of her which I do but mostly because she is unaware I decided to race.

Amy Klobuchar once ate a salad with a comb because her aide neglected to get her a fork. Two questions here: who carries a comb anymore? and how would one actually eat a salad with a comb? She should have just used her hands.

I’ve discovered the key to getting older is developing multiple identities. You can’t be what you were when you were younger, so you have to quit pining for that person. It takes $10 to buy 500 business cards. Go be somebody else or a couple of somebodies. Who the hell will ever figure it out? It’s like Rockford printing up business cards in his car when he wanted to impersonate a water meter man, people believe stuff when it’s in print. Tell them you’re Queen Elizabeth, they’ll never know the difference. And then go be her.