Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Microwave Room, Carpeting Memory, and Garlic Skins

I still have some left over french fries from Friday night, I was thinking I could make decent hash browns from them. I'm not a big french fry person. Ketchup is key with hash browns, and my kethcup situation is a little odd.

It looks like I may be heading to San Genaro today, via automobile, perhaps with the dog. But things are still fairly unsettled as the dog is not well, and I won't know til later if she'll be able to make it. I imagine parking won't be too much of a problem as it is Sunday. Hope I'm right. I may take 42nd street across town, as it seems that the lights on 57th are more geared for heading east. Maybe 42nd is the opposite? I try to avoid driving through times square, but maybe it's not so bad.

I wonder if I'm suffering from hypoxia. It would be nice if there were still some oxygen bars around to see how that would make me feel. It seems that that trend has passed, maybe for 10 years now. I never did try one out.

I was noticing yesterday that my carpet shows the history of my paths across it in a rather strong way, even if the sun shining on it isn't strong. The pattern is as I would have expected. The marks from the crutches I had to use a couple years back have disappeared though, so there is some lack of memory in the carpet. Probably has something to do with vacuuming and walking over those marks repeatedly. There are a few too many onion and garlic skins on the floor in the room with the microwave and in the kitchen, which is adjacent. I use a lot of garlic and onion. I let them accumulate as I don't think they're much of a sanitary issue in the scheme of things, and I'm amazingly lazy. I'm also rather fond of paper towelling, and there's typically a collection of partially used towelling scattered around the areas that I frequent. I used to give my grandmother a hard time about her paper towel usage, but now I see the error of my ways. Maybe such a trait is inherited.

I haven't thrown out any of my beer bottle caps for a good part of a year. I periodically collect them from the coffee table and put them in a plastic bag. The plastic bag is getting some heft. There must be quite a few hundred by now, maybe even appraoching 1000. There are still a few lying around that have somehow found there way to other parts of the apartment. For example, there's one approximately 2 inches from the upper left corner of the keyboard I'm typing on. Whoever keeps track of where these bottle caps should be while I'm not thinking about them does an excellent job because I don't even doubt that there's a good reason for it being there even though I don't recall putting it there. It looks to be from a Magic Hat #9, certainly a type of beer I've drank in the recent past.

I used to call the room I'm in the computer room, but from now on I think I'll call it the microwave room.

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