Wednesday, April 30, 2008
In the 'chester
Slim had a thing with some place in Yonkers this a.m. so we thought we might as well stay at the old homestead last night, given that the folks are in Missouri doing neocon canvassing and, allegedly, being harassed by "union thugs."
Anyhoo: took the M-N up here bout ten and spent a pleasant evening pantry-foraging and 'Workout'-watching. Also paid the obligatory melancholy visit to my wedding-dress, which hangs Havisham-style in my brother's closet, where I believe my mother was attempting to hide it from me. It's super rad.
Wanted to lay in some nosh as a friend may or may not be going through a nervous breakdown but, in any event, obviously has brain fever and needs fresh air, solitude, and milk. As such, I've offered up Ten Euclid to him for the night (via some very vague directions) and want to make sure all is in readiness for his convalesence. As such, have made a mediocre batch of cookies and some pasta. Should probably warn him that the house is straight-up British-cold, and that the cat is truly surly.
Am v disturbed by the Austrian incest/captivity antics. Buckingham said, 'the worst part of it is, they really don't give enough information. I mean, there are things I need to know. Why were some of the kids brought upstairs and not others? Why this daughter and not the other four? I need to know."
"You do need to know," I said, "in order to draw up your formulations. It's extremely important that you know."
"Me," she agreed, "and only me."