apropos of anything

The combination of the great gift show at the America’s Mart and three consecutive nights of Kenny Chesney concerts have resulted in traffic being hopelessly snarled at the exact hours that I might be leaving my office, which means I sometimes sit downtown for thirty minutes waiting for a charter bus to stop blocking all five lanes of Spring Street. And we won’t even get into the lovely characters who drive their enormous Ford F-150s or Chevy Suburbans into our parking deck, set up their UGA fold-up chairs, haul out the beer, and begin their tailgate party.

I mean, who tailgates a concert?

Yesterday I had to run to Publix on my way home from work because I wasn’t in the mood to go the day before and I now have to worry about dinner, or at least making sure there is something edible in the refrigerator that isn’t mint chocolate chip ice cream. (The white kind, not the green, as I loathe the idea that you need to dye something green for it to be minty.) The seafood guy told me to come back soon as he wrapped up my tilapia, which just goes to prove that he’s new because otherwise he’d know that I am at Publix all the time.

I attempted to make kaukni-style fish last night, complete with coconut. I think I may have gone slightly overboard with the coconut, which not only veered the dish more into Thai territory, but also means I am going to spend the rest of the week fretting about mine and Mansoor’s cholesterol intake. Even knowing the broccoli, the rice, and the tomato chutney (what AM fondly refers to as “Indian salsa”) were completely cholesterol-free isn’t helping my paranoia.

I finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night as well, reading into the wee hours of the morning because I’d forgotten how hard it is to put down the last hundred or so pages of Rowling’s books. Also, I got started late, what with the getting home late and going to the store and making dinner. I liked it, but I think I may need to re-read it before forming a definitive opinion. Or maybe I’m just not ready to write about the book yet. Soon, though.

And that’s it. Things have been pretty quiet since I came back from Augusta on Saturday night… but that’s mostly because I’ve wanted them to be.

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