Saturday, June 17, 2006
Yesterday I sternly forced myself to remain upstairs in the foreign language building from three until six, reading through most of the book about Greek vases (which I finished later in the evening). I had developed a headache around lunchtime and consequently found it possible to concentrate on the text only by lying on the floor, arms straight in the air, with the book hovering directly over my face. Observing this, the departmental secretary remarked, as she left, that she expected to one day find me nailed to the floor. I see no remote possibility in me ever being "nailed", in any manner, to any thing, but then, I suppose Ms. Hildebrand had an entirely different meaning in mind.
Donning my purple-and-black swimming suit on these afternoon sessions with Jenni does much to reinforce the above notion. In further reflection I over-exaggerate, though, for there do exist this summer a goodly number of less-attractive pool-frequenters. "I can always lose the weight..."
The past few Saturday evenings I have spent movie-watching with Sharada, Jennifer, and Adrian, with (thus far) either Sharada or Adrian providing foodage. For this evening Adrian promised to provide a sort of chicken "surprise", about which I expressed some apprehension. Adrian allayed my fears with the assurance this dish contains cream cheese and a possibility for pasta. We are to watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead and perhaps one other selection.
I volunteered to cook dinner for next week's gathering, but am currently at a loss for a viable subject. I considered incorporating tuna in some manner, but later reneged, as the other three people eating probably would not appreciate it as uniquely as I do. Tuna as an option with a side dish of spinach-leaf salad is plausible.
Ich liebe den Thunfisch.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:11 AM]