An Intimate Super Bowl Party

We finally got together and I made a dinner for Chaim and Theresa.  First Chaim got stuck in New York where still have a residence in the Bronx.  Chaim was called for jury duty fort a murder trial that lasted a month.  Then he got sick with the flu and so did Theresa.  Finally, we managed to get them over to our home after two dats that had to be cancelled.  They eat only seafood so I made salmon with pesto.

Tonight, we’re going to the Grotz’s.  Tasha is here for the weekend from Dartmouth where she teaches molecular biology.  She’s going to make a Chinese feast in honor the Lunar New Year.  I’ll wear red for luck because I could really use a lucky year.  Tomorrow, she’s hosting a Super Bowl Party to which we were invited, but declined.  Woody and I actually enjoy watching football and it’s impossible to follow the game in a crowd who are partying loudly.  We couldn’t hear the calls, I had constantly to explain what was happening on the field and we decided after trying three times that super Bowl parties are not for us.

I finished another go through on the first section of THE HOUR OF MY DEATH.  It’s arbitrarily divided into two sections for convenience.  Now, section 2 later today or tomorrow.  I’ll put in corrections after I’ve read through the whole manuscript so far and have a  sense of  what I’ve accomplished so far.

Today it’s relatively mild .  Real cold is to set in byTuesday and last the rest of the week.  So far we’ve had an inch and ahalf of snow form one storm. The ground is bare.  The weatherpeople say we may have snow this week, but I doubt it.  The mainland gets snow; we rarely do.  The ocean gives and the ocean takes awayi.

Shaman is still not a writer’s cat yet.  He doesn’t understand work and wants me to play with him a lot more than I can.  But at least I do play with him a couple of times a day.  Our old cat toys have pretty much had it, so I ordered three new toys.  What each cat likes is different depending on the mode of attack built into each.  Shaman is primarily an ambush predator. 

I’m trying to up my exercise routine but it’s hard and the price is sometimes being very achy and then having to skip a day.  Somehow, I’ll work it out.

We are very much enjoying the air fryer I bought on Black Friday.  I use it and so does Woody.  We look for likely recipes and apparently anything you can imagine is online. It has introduced a whole new type of cooking for us.  We’d never deep fry chicken, but we can have healthier fried chicken from the air fryer.  For our own private Super Bowl, we’ll have air fryer wings, cole slaw and cornbread.

So few people like to cook now and actually have you over for a dinner that we both really appreciate Tasha.  She’s an adventurous cook.  And eats anything!.  A great host and a great guest. She has a long haired black cat who looks just like Schwartzie, but has a completely different temperament.  He’s a one-person cat, totally fixed on Tasha and travels with her from Dartmouth to Wellfleet and back.

Our friend Karen whose appendix burst a while ago is finally out of the ICU and home.  They saved her life and she’s been in the hospital ever since.  I called most days and hope to visit her when she’s up to it.  Her son, a well-known local chef, brought her lunch every day so she’d have a respite from the awful hospital food.