The year was pretty normal. Define normal? Better to suffice it to say there have been over 50 of them that haven't been. I did a little re-wind of 2010. Early morning walks on IOP. Quiet days on Pitt Bridge with Don, a few crab pots and lines in water. Spending time with my brother and family at the same crab hole. A day of food and fun and catching up with all the brothers and sister at Mom and Dads. Ya Ya days on Wadmallaw Island, trespassing and giggling our way through a beautiful Carolina Saturday. Amos Lee concert. See Wee Shell Ring with a friend, standing on a boardwalk at the edge of the world holding our hands out to the sky for Dragonflies to land on us. Hi-jacking a golf cart left unnatended at hospital with a friend, flying full throttle around the hospital, gunning it over speed bumps. A day trekking it through past and present in Awendaw and McClellanville with Suzannah Miles. Beach day with daughter and son and grandbabies. Downtown with Don at the Dock Street Theatre watching ~A Christmas Carol~ . Holiday food and friends and fun for Christmas. Chinese restaurant and movie day on Christmas. Good stuff.
No noteworthy weird happenstances. Water's boiling and I pull out the box of Angel Hair Pasta. I break the pasta to throw in pot. Boing...a piece of pasta hits my eye. No...it's in my eye. Now it is somewhere at the top of my eye, near my third eye. Well, if it stays up there it may not scratch my cornea and cause me to go blind. Maybe I need to do the eye rinse. Oh, that's right, I don't have one of those eye wash cups. There, a brandy snifter. Now getting your eye to drink water is comparable to getting your baby in the high chair to open his mouth for that spoon of peas that he hates. I put the glass up to my eye. Involuntary shutters. Nope, wont open. Now I am talking to my eyeballs. Come on now, I say as I pull down my lower lid to put the glass up to it again. I pour fast, eye shuts faster. Water runs down my face. Okie Dokie, this isn't going to work.
Should I google ~What happens to spaghetti noodles if they get stuck in your eyeball?~ Decide against googling. Opt for the scientific approach to problem. Ok...my body temp is 98 degrees. Not really warm enough to cook the pasta shard. I pull out a petri dish (custard bowl) and put a piece of pasta in the dish and cover it with lukewarm water. Ok, when this noodle has become soft, then maybe the one in my eye will do the same. I come back in 30 minutes to test the noodle, gummy but firm. One hour, pliable but still not al dente'.
I had this second of panic at 1 1/2 hours when I realize that I may be at work when this becomes solvent. I picture myself talking to a customer and they look at me in horror as a noodle starts working it's way out of my eyeball. Well, it's been 3 hours and the noodle is limp. No sign of it yet. But I can always use another noodle upstairs. Cooking dinner at 5:30 in the morning. Spagetti. Looked at my calendar. Almost the end of the year. I stir my pot of sauce and bend to inhale the aromas of the spices I added. I did a quick year in review while I put a pot of water on to boil for pasta. I noted that I had eluded the usual borrage of dangerous or just plain weird experiences this year and landed here in January, virtually unscathed. I chasitise my mind for thinking it with two whole days left before the year is over.
The year was pretty normal. Define normal? Better to suffice it to say there have been over 50 of them that haven't been. I did a little re-wind of 2010. Early morning walks on IOP. Quiet days on Pitt Bridge with Don, a few crab pots and lines in water. Spending time with my brother and family at the same crab hole. A day of food and fun and catching up with all the brothers and sister at Mom and Dads. Ya Ya days on Wadmallaw Island, trespassing and giggling our way through a beautiful Carolina Saturday. Amos Lee concert. See Wee Shell Ring with a friend, standing on a boardwalk at the edge of the world holding our hands out to the sky for Dragonflies to land on us. Hi-jacking a golf cart left unnatended at hospital with a friend, flying full throttle around the hospital, gunning it over speed bumps. A day trekking it through past and present in Awendaw and McClellanville with Suzannah Miles. Beach day with daughter and son and grandbabies. Downtown with Don at the Dock Street Theatre watching ~A Christmas Carol~ . Holiday food and friends and fun for Christmas. Chinese restaurant and movie day on Christmas. Good stuff.
No noteworthy weird happenstances. Water's boiling and I pull out the box of Angel Hair Pasta. I break the pasta to throw in pot. Boing...a piece of pasta hits my eye. No...it's in my eye. Now it is somewhere at the top of my eye, near my third eye. Well, if it stays up there it may not scratch my cornea and cause me to go blind. Maybe I need to do the eye rinse. Oh, that's right, I don't have one of those eye wash cups. There, a brandy snifter. Now getting your eye to drink water is comparable to getting your baby in the high chair to open his mouth for that spoon of peas that he hates. I put the glass up to my eye. Involuntary shutters. Nope, wont open. Now I am talking to my eyeballs. Come on now, I say as I pull down my lower lid to put the glass up to it again. I pour fast, eye shuts faster. Water runs down my face. Okie Dokie, this isn't going to work.
Should I google ~What happens to spagetti noodles if they get stuck in your eyeball?~ Decide against googling. Opt for the scientific approach to problem. Ok...my body temp is 98 degrees. Not really warm enough to cook the pasta shard. I pull out a petri dish (custard bowl) and put a piece of pasta in the dish and cover it with lukewarm water. Ok, when this noodle has become soft, then maybe the one in my eye will do the same. I come back in 30 minutes to test the noodle, gummy but firm. One hour, pliable but still not al dente'.
I had this second of panic at 1 1/2 hours when I realize that I may be at work when this becomes solvent. I picture myself talking to a customer and they look at me in horror as a noodle starts working it's way out of my eyeball. Well, it's been 3 hours and the noodle is limp. No sign of it yet. But I can always use another noodle upstairs. Pin It
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