You will be amazed to learn that, in the past week, nothing especially remarkable has happened to me. I have not been showered with beer in a freak bottle-breaking accident in a liquor store. No one has used my name & date of birth (that I know of) to finance the purchase of a Mercedes Benz at an auto dealership in Michigan. There has been no rain of frogs, the river has not crested its banks, the house is still standing and everyone in it is healthy & content. Our week ended on a quiet note.
Tim came over last night for a dinner of burgers on the grill. Not sure how many more weekends we have to do that, but I’m going to aim for at least a half-dozen more and hope for the best. Grilling burgers has gotten a lot easier now that I make them “smash burger” style, something I learned from hamburger aficianado George Motz. (Nobody you ever heard of; I’m name-dropping for no good reason.) On a screaming hot griddle, drop quarter-pound balls of ground beef, which you smash flat with a spatula. Takes the guesswork out of how flat they’re going to be because you just keep on smashing them until they’re done.
After dinner we passed the rest of the night playing our favorite board game, which still takes many hours to play even though B and I have gotten much better at it. (Tim is a dedicated gamer & usually works out his moves in about half the time we take, although last night he tried something so different that it slowed him down to our speed.) We shot the shit for a little while after the game, but not for too long because it was late & we were all feeling the need to go to bed.
Today is gloomy and rainy and cool, so we’re hanging out inside reading, or just hanging out. Probably napping later.
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