Lazy Spring Saturday

after breakfast I went back to bed until 2:30pm enjoying the view of Tibidey and Pretty lazily persuing a bug on the wall. Photo documenatry by Bixby.

The Taxi Factor & Fork Split Muffins

Random reflections tonight. Trying to write more and opting for the
blog (where I can spell check) instead of my mead composition book.

All my friends and Bixby just love
to take taxis and it drives me crazy. First there is the financial
aspect of spending 7 to 10 bucks on a cross town fare. Then there is
the car-sick factor either from cloying air freshener or b.o. of the
driver or pungent food being consumed by the driver. This of course is
what you get if you're lucky enough to get a vacant on-duty cab. And
the sass one gets from drivers, or the confusion thinking that they are
muttering to you when, in fact, they are on their cell phone. So, no
taxis for me.

I'd sooner pile into a crowded subway for a flat 2
bucks. Sure you may get a car with a stinky homeless person, but the
people watching is ever-engaging.

And
another thing. A couple of weeks ago, Natasha, our assistant, flummoxed
me as we discussed "fork split" English muffins (in an effort to save
money and lose weight, I've taken to bringing lunch to the office:
Campbell's soup, lean cuisine or tuna salad on a toasted English
muffin). So, as the packaging
for Thomas' English Muffins reads, I've always used the tines of a fork
to split my muffin. Now, I'm told (still not certain if I believe it)
that the phrase "fork split" has to do with the fact that while baking
a fork is used to create the nooks and crannies and to make it easier
to halve the muffin (with a knife) when ready to eat. Can this be true? Have I mistakenly lived my life diligently using forks to split my Thomas' muffins?

Ah, the misunderstandings of life. Makes me remember the story my friend Reed told me about a friend talking about Patti Lupone on the road in a convertible car and Reed hearing "bad to the bone"

PRETTY

Here's our new cat, Pretty, who came to us from the lovely people at Neighborhood Cat Rescue. She's shy (spent her first night here in the bathroom) but not so shy that she doesn't appreciate a cheek, chin and butt scratch.