Sunday, October 23, 2022
Carly Simon's Sisters
Two nights ago we were lying in bed -- me reading the New York Times and Dave drifting off to sleep -- when I exclaimed, "Oh my God! Both of Carly Simon's sisters died!"
(I don't know if you caught that news item, but they died within a day of each other, both from cancer in their early 80's. Carly herself is in her late 70's, which I find astonishing.)
To my surprise, Dave started laughing. Apparently he found it ridiculous that I should be at all concerned about Carly Simon's sisters. He laughed harder and harder, and you know how laughter is contagious -- so then I was laughing at him laughing. And all this over Carly Simon's family tragedy. So inappropriate -- which somehow made it funnier.
Sometimes I think I am a terrible person. But maybe being a bad person is like being insane -- if you suspect you are, then you're probably not.
Despite that momentary mirth, I actually feel like I've been unreasonably cranky lately. The other day I was handling my glasses and one of the arms snapped off. I got so annoyed, thinking I'd have to go to the optician and get them fixed, and of course I couldn't easily see how they'd broken because -- well -- glasses! I flung them down on a table and pouted about them, and later, when I fetched another pair of glasses and was able to finally examine the first pair, I realized they were easy to fix and I reconnected the arm with no problem. (They just clip on.)
And when I was wrestling with those Excel spreadsheets on Friday I kept groaning and exclaiming, to such an extent that one of my co-workers asked if I was OK.
Perhaps I need to relax. And have a little more sympathy for Carly Simon. (Although Dave was the primary offender there.)
Dave had to work most of yesterday -- he's helping kids prepare their auditions for an Honor Band competition -- and while he did that I spent the day on my own. I seldom get alone time at home, so it was nice, even though I spent most of it doing housework -- vacuuming, washing two loads of laundry, and scrubbing the bathroom, which is probably my least favorite household task. (Upside: The bathroom is beautiful now, or at least as beautiful as our bathroom is capable of being.)
Then I took the dog to the cemetery, which is looking quite autumnal.
I noticed that this dramatic gravestone has been thoroughly cleaned. It used to be very dark, with the exception of the angel's face, hands and feet, which had been scrubbed white. The effect was very odd. Now the whole thing has been washed and it looks much better.
Dave came home in the evening and made a pot of chili. We had a package of ground beef in the fridge that he'd planned to use, but it was two days past its expiration date and looking a bit gray, and I told him I wasn't sure using it was wise. I hate to throw away food, and we almost never do, but in this case he bought a fresh package. Better safe than sorry. I wouldn't want to end up in the cemetery, like...
...no. No, I am not going to say it.