Fallow Friday

Well, here it is Friday morning and I am taking my sweet time emerging from my nest. I awakened around 4 and decided to download a Desperate Housewives and a few minutes into it I was drifting off again and dreaming (get this) about the origin of the strawberry plate! It has siblings and they have sea turtles and other loveable creatures on them, all part of a delicious set, tucked away in some belongings I unearthed in my dreamtime. Two cups of jasmine tea later I am making a two-egg-fetacheese-shallot and smoked chicken and apple sausage breakfast with buttery buttery toast. As if I didn't get enough butter last night at the theater, watching a movie I ended up leaving early from--some Julia Roberts-Clive Owen shenanigan that I ended up feeling like my time could be better spent elsewhere--anywhere, really. The story was good, he is super duper hot but they had less than zero chemistry and she was miscast, I felt. She simply is not sexy and alluring enough to convince me of their entanglement. Plus I cannot for the life of me follow espionage-deception plots--I may have been floating somewhere in the depths of Clive Owens eyes. OH and I also hate hate hate that little character actor fucker Paul Giamatti. Yuck. But I got a great "butter" fix from palm oils harvested somewhere in the southern hemisphere.

My list of things to do today keeps expanding and let me just say here for the record: no, I would not get bored if I were truly and permanently unemployed. I can find a million and one little entertaining tasks and endeavors to keep me occupied from sunup to sundown. Would I feel vaguely useless and unfulfilled? Perhaps. But let's cross that bridge when we come to it, shall we?

The weather is nice (for now) but I sense we are in for some typical off-season precipitation and grayness over the weekend. I may hike up the ski area and take a few runs or hike to the base of Bridal Veil Falls this afternoon, but exercise I must, for it keeps my brain somewhat duller and more pleasant than if I loll about and nap and sip warm drinks and fantasize about the kind of life I think I deserve.

JC has the kids this weekend which means we get to fill their little Easter baskets with sugary treats and hide eggs for them inside and perhaps outside if we don't see snow overnight. Then they are whisked away to California with their mom and her man and his 2 kids that are THE SAME AGE. I know. Let's hope they save the sugar buzz for the Incredible Journey in the Vanagon.

Ok, my hair is emerging from underneath my towel turban so I must roust myself and begin erranding around town. I think I am meeting JC on his lunch break to advise him on a new pair of sunglasses.