Hard-to-Crack Nut

The great thing about Monday is most places are closed to regroup from a busy weekend. For me, last night meant a(nother) cozy evening at home with my kitty, Bogie, my strangely fascinating book, and dinner while tucked in bed. There is nothing the matter with pistachios! It’s tricky to balance a book and one bowl containing whole pistachios and the spent shells. I remembered the first time I served those delicious green-tinged nuts to a Californian who immediately asked where the hell was he supposed to put the shells? I invited him to use the same bowl. No way! The harangue went on. And on. Until I finally got up and found something for the detritus. Then, he saw me toss a big fat, almost closed nut into the dead-shell bowl. His hand plunged into the mess to retrieve the hard-to-crack nut and instructed me with an adjacent pitched half-shell how to pry open the recalcitrant pistachio. Last night was far less stressful, with no comments forthcoming from Bogie.

Guess who is back in town after a summer in North Vancouver? Yep, the super mom of Patriz and Artemis, Selena Luna, was available for mango smoothies yesterday! And long, blessed, overdue hugs. Two hours sped by, not nearly enough time to get anything more than surface information exchanged. She is home again, and I am delighted to pick up our bubble-protected ‘Waldorf and Statler’ get-togethers that will help keep us focused on the upcoming season.

Tonight, bingo fundraiser for the Gay+Community Center at Studs Bear Bar. Everyone (including women!) is welcome to play. The fun starts at 9 pm; not sure yet if I can stay up that late. There are going to be strippers.