Car key, kittycat, rain coat

My little song for a Tuesday, when I drive, because I volunteer at the food pantry, and then have to be at work, looking presentable, for class at 1:30.

I had a weekend of minor but kinda permanent mishaps – Saturday in the Target parking lot I put the first scratch on my car, and I seem to have removed the finish on a patch of kitchen counter next to the sink in a goo gone incident.

Can’t say the rest of the week is going much better. I’m fretting that maybe I will have none of my kids for Thanksgiving, but since it’s October 6th, I guess it’s a little too soon to worry.

And now it’s October 9th and I’m still working on this post.

Happy Birthday to all the Octobers 9’s – Jeff Lusis, and John & Sean Lennon, and all the rest of you**.

Jeff Lusis & John Paul George Shapiro Lusis (the latter not an Oct. 9 B-Day, but the son of one, named after one)

I think you know who these guys are, photo courtesy Yoko’s Instagram

**Jeff reminded me of Jackson Brown, and John Entwhislte as well.

So now I am baking an apple pie, and listening to John Lennon, since I have not heard any Lennon songs yet today, although when we were at Little Goat this morning, where the playlist skewed totally Boomer and nothing newer than close to 30 years old – they were playing the Stones when we sat down, Led Zeppelin when I came back from the bathroom, and Nirvana when we were leaving – they played Stand By Me, but I think it was Otis Redding or maybe even Ben E. King, not John Lennon.

Later we will eat the apple pie while watching Ted Lasso, the season 2 finale, where I felt like I did get the cultural references, although Hannah Waddingham’s make up seemed troweled on this episode. Unlike SNL, with Kim Kardashin hosting (kinda yuck, though she did resemble Cher, who I have grown to respect, some of the time). One of the skits was a pick the perfect bachelor TV show thing, and they brought in a bunch of ringers to play the bachelors. Only one of the eligibles was a show regular, Kyle Mooney, and really the only one I recognized was Chris Rock – the only one sporting a bit of grey hair. Of course I googled it and turns out they were: John Cena, Jessie Williams, Chace Crawford, Tyler Cameron, and Blake Griffin. There was a bit with producer Amy Schumer – her I did recognize. I sorta wondered why they didn’t get Kanye.

I wonder what’s going to happen to me today – when I left the co-op, I picked up a penny and put it in my pocket, so maybe that’s some luck. I biked home, and there’s a place where I bike up a slight uphill, after I get off the bike path, and before I turn onto to Allen Street for the straight shot to the right turn to home, and a black cat crossed my path on that block. I didn’t think bad luck, though, just admired the cat and its little cat feet lightly crossing the paving.

Seems like the Brewers are losing so I hope that’s not my bad luck.

It’s so hot. The cat is in some routine where she’s not interested in sleeping with us, or even hanging near us, like sprawling on the rug by the coffee table while we sit on the couch and watch TV. She’s up and down the stairs constantly. She know how to open the squeaky swinging door; for coming up she hits it till it pops open enough that she can get a paw in and squeeze through, and for going down she just has to bat it a few times. So the sounds for going up and down are different: thud, thud, thud, squeak is coming up, squeak, squeak, squeak is going down.

We were in Chicago for the opera, it was The Elixir of Love, nice and light for an opera, no poisonings or murders or mistaken identity, just a traveling snake oil salesman, peddling cheap wine as the elixir. And at the end the hero gets the money and the girl.

Although – unlike the Chicago Symphony, that’s doing shorter concerts with no intermission, the Lyric Opera is doing full length shows with an intermission. During which everyone gets out of their seats and hangs out in the lobby and takes off their masks to drink a glass of wine. I’m a lot more comfortable with the no intermission. But I guess you have less ways to shorten with opera than putting together a symphony program.

I’m kind of off track for where I am in reporting cooking & eating. So here’s a gallery of stuff, that I think I have only posted on insta, not on the blog.