I stumbled through the day yesterday, on my half-assed night of sleep. I got some work done, I arranged Edda’s surgery and I’m still managing fallout from Vince’s quarter. I did not do any laundry, I did not cook, I did not grocery shop, I did not pay any bills, I did not arrange Edda’s parent/teacher conference, I did not take Ruby to the vet for followup. Edda’s surgery is planned for May 19th. It’s the day of my nursing school graduation, but I’m thinking of skipping it and doing Edda’s surgery as the capstone of my 6-7 (?) years of work. I’m not big on pomp and circumstance. I think I would have skipped my own wedding if I could have. Not the marriage part, just the white dress part (though it was a loverly – but sweltering – day).
Pizza was on order for dinner and Jeremy was kind enough to time his arrival into the Rockville Metro station right as we were done eating dinner so we could pick him up and drive straight to Class 520 (right next to the hookah bar) – a new liquid nitrogen ice cream place I wanted to take everyone to.
Observe – asian hipsters in Rockville. OK maybe they are just young people. Are all young people hipsters now? It’s hard for me to tell.
They take unfrozen ice cream, knock some fillings in it and spread it thinly over a metal pan with liquid nitrogen running underneath it. Then they roll the ice cream into little curly ques.
My ice cream creation:
Vince was like – I gotta come back with “you know, people” as if we – his family – aren’t people.
Together again! As it should be. All in one big selfie bed.
A computer (Watson!) helped write this song. I love it.