Saturday, September 26, 2015

Kicking Up My Heels! (Weakly, I'm Still Sick)

I am still absurdly wiped by this cold (it's just a cold! why am I so sick???), but nonetheless: Many events of note have occurred and should be, er, noted. There is much to celebrate at Chez Chardonnay!

First: Both Mimosa and Martini auditioned for the highly prestigious, highly competitive Madrigal Singers last week . . .

. . . and both made it!! We are over-the-moon happy!!!!

(Plus, this makes the school commute so much easier.)

Still to be determined: whether Martini can be both a Madrigal and a member of the band, as band rehearsals overlap with the Mads two days a week. We were told last spring he could do both, so I'm not sure what has changed. But as much as enjoys playing his glockenspiel, Martini is in love with singing — he knows what he will choose if he has to choose. The high school band teacher is kinda legendary, though; Husband and I devoutly hope that our boy can do both.

Second: My marriage turns 22 today!!!

It's the copper anniversary. Intriguing. I like this idea:
Alas, we have but few copper pennies to rub together this month; large-ish copper entities will have to wait.

So far we're celebrating our anniversary separately; I'm doing chores (natch), while Husband is at church for a Worship Associate training. But tonight . . . tonight . . .

. . . tonight we Time Warp!!!! We're taking the kids and a friend of Mimosa's to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show live and onstage!!! We are very excited.

And we kicked off our celebration weekend with a most excellent dinner party at the home of our oldest couple friends, my Alterna-Husband and his lovely wife. They had invited a new young couple as well, and it was great fun.

So far, my Year of Yes is off to a bit of a lame start; I had to beg out of my church acquaintance's birthday party because I was still under the weather, health-wise, and I haven't been invited to do anything else! But the year's young, lots of YES lies ahead, I have no doubt.

Time to resume my exciting afternoon: vacuuming and blowing my nose 73 more times. Happy anniversary to me.


—Lady C

Thursday, September 17, 2015

My Head Has Its Own Zip Code

On Sunday, I was a glamorous urban gal, taking in some live theater with my girl Brunie, dining at Za, traveling by taxi and T — ooh la la! I also co-starred in a brief and deeply stupid playlet at church on the topic of Rosh Hashanah.

And then on Monday I woke up dying. I don't know where I got this cold; no one else in the house has it, and I haven't had close contact with those walking poxes we call "small children."

But I am very sick, still, after four days; my head is enormous and swollen and packed with snot; my sinuses are lined with sandpaper; my ears itch; every part of me aches, including my eyelashes, including my toenails, including my hairline.

I'm also working like a madwoman; after two weeks of editing indolence and sloth, I've now billed 39 1/2 hours — since Monday.

Anyway. I'm too wrung-out to write a zippy and/or inspirational blog post (am I not known for my zippy inspiration?), but I'm waiting for Mimosa to finish showering before I draw my bath, and posting seemed like a good thing to do.

Book report: I am enjoying the three library books I'm reading, so far:


 And I just heard that the latest Tana French is waiting for me; I haven't read all of her books, and they're technically a series, but this one sounds really good.

My brain is so clogged and stupit, though, I'll probably just read PEOPLE magazine in my bathtub and drink hot tea and moan a little.

Off to do just that. Honk, blow, wheeze, ow.

—Lady C

p.s. The play we saw was "Boys in the Band" starring our talented pal Handsome D (we are total groupies). Such a grim little slice of late '60s' life, but the two hours flew by, and the acting is sublime. Handsome D is truly heartbreaking; Brunie and I were beside ourselves. The show runs till October 3; if you're near Boston, check it out!!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

My Resolve Wilts in the Heat UPDATED with Pancake Rating!!

I still think about getting stronger — every day! — which I suppose is better than thinking about eating fudge or something, but it is HOT here and I quickly grow weary.

I also had a grand idea: Since waking up in time for school is such a rude shock to the system every single September, how about if we spend the week before school getting used to rising at 7 — and to sweeten the deal, we could have breakfast at a different diner every morning? Everyone loves this idea!! Though, as expected, I am still the first one up and have to haul everyone else out of bed. This might be cute if they were all 7 — but they are 14, 18, and 61, plenty old enough to get themselves up.  

One would think.

So we've been playing this week, and it's been great fun. Yesterday we mini-golfed in Saugus and in lieu of a diner breakfast, we had lunch at Fuddrucker's.
  • Me: What's more fun than Fuddruckin'?
  • Mimosa: Fudd-nothin'!
Golf my way!
This morning we're off to Deluxe Town Diner in Watertown, home of what Mrs. Cynicletary declares to be the greatest pancakes in the world. Our own nominee is Lunch Box Diner in Malden, where we plan to eat tomorrow on our way to Canobie Lake Amusement Park. We shall compare!

Strength training will resume when the weather turns cooler. Sorry to be a weenie, but I just can't.

Here's what I'm reading (in front of a fan, feet up, with an icy drink by my side):

Inspirational Kathy, I'm a slave to your recommendations.

Keep cool, friends!

— Lady C, a hot chick


I have only three words to say about the pancakes at Deluxe Town Diner:


I have never had such flavorful pancakes in my life!! They're even better than the ones I make at home!! And I will only admit this very grudgingly.

The menu says they're made with sour cream and buttermilk. Mine are made with buttermilk as well; maybe I'll try adding sour cream . . .

My one and only quibble, which may be where Lunch Box Diner has the edge, is that the intense pancake-y flavor slightly diminished the flavor of the blueberries. What I love about Lunch Box is that the blueberries in the pancakes are so prominent — they are the blueberriest blueberry pancakes I've ever had. Well, we'll put it to the test tomorrow . . .

. . . even though I am NEVER EATING AGAIN.

Two pancakes the size of my head. I feel like Lard Lass.