Tugged into Middle-classness in Postcards 4

It all seems to new and fresh to have washing going around downstairs, to have dishes to do, groceries to shop for, the BBQ grills to wash again, and an essay to write. After having the bed made of us, cooking done for us, and our days planned for fifteen days, doing things for ourselves seems almost revolutionary.

Dinner? Four days of dinner? Vegetarian chili with tossed green salad. That’s two days. Rather uninspired. Steak…we cut one in half so that gives each of us a little meat….with garlic green beans and a caprese salad. Wednesday dinner out, and veggie skewers over rice with melon for Thursdays. Gee, that was easy.

I’ll feel downright middle class today as I pick up the cleaning and the groceries.

• Himself: Deep into estimates this morning saying “Terrible, terrible, terrible.”
• Herself: Once trained in the Borsch belt, where do comedians get their training now?
• Reading: Finished “Five Days at Memorial” and remain appalled. One nurse/faculty member I swim with in the mornings now has her nurse/book club reading it this month. There will be fifteen angry nurse administrators loose in the city. I wonder if our hospitals have viable emergency plans in place?
• Stuff: Sun and comfortable warmth here at the beach until Thursday when it will be hot.