Christmas Day
A year ago I was out of the cast but still on crutches, and all I could do was sit patiently/stoned on Bernie’s couch and wait for people to bring me food.
This year I went to Janice’s house for dinner with Diana and Kerry and Janice made us grouper and cactus and taught us that the key to cooking is using nothing at all but the food itself and maybe a little heat and a lot of love. (And probably time and patience in there too, two things I am occasionally a little short on, patience more than time anyway.)
Yesterday I went for a walk and took pictures. Bedford Ave was full of drunk angry people at like, 3 PM. Holy crap, that was weird. Christmas Day dramas spilling out onto the streets. All those people being pissy toward each other in broad daylight, slurring and yelling, girlfriends stopping short, unwilling to take one more step with you. The bagel place was open though. Thank goodness for small mercies.
Today I will finish this book review if it kills me. And then I will read the rest of my way through this holiday season.
