June 28th, 2006
» feelin groovy
Because I do not get sick, I did not spend yesterday feeling horrible. Aching everywhere, with a headache wrapping a superman hug round my whole brain and poking at the backs of my eyes, and a sort of dizzy feeling upon moving too fast, and I did not snivel like a little baby the whole car ride home, nor spend the evening sweaty and woozy and the night in fitful dreams.
So it is for no reason at all that I pampered myself with dinner of wine-braised broccoli and mushrooms over crusty broiled polenta rounds, followed by Allison’s dark chocolate pudding and a big bowl of cherries. If I had been feeling bad, I would’ve felt a little better after eating (or at least told myself I did), and believed that one should always soldier on through such things. I cleaned a little, in a wobbly sort of way, and got a little more ready for my trip to San Fran this weekend. I also watched the Crocodile Hunter. There was this great reptile out in the red wilds of Australia, a teensy little thing all blunt unreal spines with a smug sort of smile and a deliberate but blindingly fast way of eating ants. Steve and I were very excited about it.
If everything hadn’t been just peachy-keen yesterday I’d be feeling much more mobile today. I am finally going to try Galactic Pizza tonight, and I sorely hope the months of waiting haven’t built my expectations beyond all possibility of fulfillment. I wish I could get a little square of every kind, because I just can’t decide what sounds best. The Galactic, with the hemp pesto sauce and mushrooms and sundried tomatoes? The Paul Bunyan, with its native Minnesotan toppings of morel mushrooms and wild rice? Maui Wowie, sundried tomato pesto with pineapple and jalapenos? The Alamo? The CSA? The Mexicali? Thailander?! Too many! Best of all, the delivery persons come dressed in spandex superhero costumes, driving in tiny three-wheeled cars. Will the fabulousness never end?
No. Because while eating said pizza, I will be showing the Smile Time episode of Angel to Jo, and oh lordy. The only thing that would be better is if she didn’t know ahead of time the…transformation that occurs. Because that moment? Beautiful.
I finished Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell this morning, and still give it resounding endorsement. I’m a little afraid no matter what audiobook I start on next I’ll be disappointed. Simon Prebble was a brilliant narrator, and the story is fantastic, and it’s wonderful to find those two things together. The only thing worse than a great story with a bad narrator is a bad story with a bad narrator.