Holy Sheets

For the second night in a row, I find myself waiting for my laundry. Yesterday was whites and today I am washing sheets and towels. Seriously, one of the most beautiful things in life is fresh clean sheets. My apartment is more or less ready for spectators (I spent a good twenty minutes scrubbing the stove with some sort of special cleaner), but I am still nervous at the thought of having people come in here and then judge me. How bad does that sound?

I made organic, low-fat hamburgers for dinner, and as I was peeling a yellow onion, realized what a great metaphor for people it is. Here is the way I look at it,the outer skin is more or less nothing but two or three layers of golden, superficial skin, protecting the good stuff, the usable part. Each inner layer has a thin, sticky layer surrounding it, and you have to scrape it away to get to the next layer. Then, once in the middle, the very heart of the onion, the layers are so tight that you can barely get it a part, like the soul of the onion. Look, I am not saying it's a good metaphor, this probably make no sense, it might not even be a metaphor, I was just hungry and listening to NPR, and you know, my mind was relaxed, and I thought it could be a blog.

My laundry still has another fifteen minutes, but I am going to spare you, and stop here.

DeDe, mom and dad don't love me more, I am just much better on the phone then you are. Really, give me a break, at least they never called you an "airhead" or made you take tests to make sure you weren't retarded.

Oh, and HAPPY 89th BIRTHDAY Grossi!! Now there is a woman.

Tonight's highlight:

"...it's just as bad to live in a place where what you see isn't there as it is to live in one where what you don't see is."

The Phantom Tollboth, Norton Juster
(yellow highlighter: thick line)