Observation

So, since my return from India I have noticed that I am much more likely to eat meals without getting anything on my shirt. Perhaps I acquired this skill during those 3 weeks of trying to keep my dupata out of my food. I am slightly more likely to drop food in my lap than I was previously, but if I'm dining out I usually have a napkin in my lap, so that works out. This probably indicates a change in posture while eating (compared to pre-India eating posture). Even with the lap spills, now overall spillage is less than pre-India. I can even go days--10+ meals--without damaging my clothes while I eat. Which is a good thing, since I wear nicer clothes now than I used to.

Lest you take this as evidence of some "Myth of Progress," I should hasten to point out that I seem to have exchanged the food-spillage for the new tendency to lean against bathroom sinks and thereby wet my shirts at waist level. Especially in public toilets.

- posted by k @ 9:41 AM

 
The Mendozas across the street are having a barbeque. I don't blame them; the weather's perfect for it. I could smell it, and then when I went out to pick up dinner I saw them grilling and socializing on their back deck. Now they have a small bonfire and possibly some fireworks in it. Why didn't they invite us? Usually they at least offer. Maybe they got used to us complaining about being vegetarian or something. Maybe it's a family-only bbq. Maybe their cross-dressing uncle from out-of-town is visiting and they're afraid of anyone finding out.

There's a concert going on downtown in the band shell. I drove by it earlier. If I'da known, I mighta gone. Nice night for it. I thought I saw a sign up in town for something over there tonight--a Christian band, though. However, M. says it might be the Municipal Jazz Band. If it *were* the jazz band, I would definitely want to go, and maybe I would even want to go if it were the Christian band, if I had a chance of running into anyone I knew.

- posted by k @ 6:33 PM