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April 4, 2006
Seems Like I Can Finally Rest My Head On Something Real
T'was the night before the CR Society conference, and all through the house, not a leftover was safe, not even that kale that was about to go bad.
"A big honkin' salad" was what MR requested for dinner, in an effort to use up the greens that were on the verge of going very very bad. So I have just made him a salad of 146 g kale (dino and green), 74 g red pepper, 96 g tomatoes, tons of eggwhites microwaved, cubed and marinated in red wine vinegar and oregano, garlic and basil to form a strange eggwhite feta that is really quite delicious, and a side of leftover cauliflower. Oh, don't forget the spaghetting squash and Muir Glen Organic Fireroasted tomatoes. And the 3 oz pinot noir.
I'm so excited to be going to the conference. It's 80 degrees in Tucson, lots of my friends will be there, the magnificent Aubrey de Grey will be in attendance, and my CR needs some rejuvenation. I've focused so much on my work lately that my CR has been on autopilot, and while I haven't done terribly, it's time to re-focus.
In good news, this morning at about 7 as we were leaving the hospital where we had spent an hour and a half dropping off flyers with various health care professionals (my favorite is of course the dietician!) Luke was contemplating breakfast and said, "I really want one of those protein muffins you have." The man requested a megamuffin -- a sure sign that conversion is right around the corner. Will he have a mystical conversion experience over a bowl of asparagus and cauliflower soup? Will he find enlightenment when he cracks open the hazelnut oil MR and I gave him for his birthday? Stay tuned!
On my way home I heard that Ashlee Simpson song, "Pieces of Me." It's such a cheesy song, but the part that goes "On a Monday, I am waiting, and by Tuesday I am fading and by Wednesday I can't breathe. Then the phone rings and I hear you..." reminds me so much of the waiting time between when I sent MR the fateful email confessing that I was madly in love with him (a fact that was plain to all the CR Society, Aubrey de Grey, and blog readers all over the world, but which somehow managed to allude the boy in question!) and when he finally *read* the email and responded that he too was more than a bit interested. In one of the great timing gags of our century (which to be fair is only six years old and therefore hasn't had many years to create real life farces) I waited on pins and needles while my friends, family and co-workers planned to roast, carve and eat the man if he didn't respond in the affirmative soon. It's been utter bliss since then, and going back to the CR Conference where we met 18 months ago is going to be a lot more fun now that I can spend the nights in his arms. I wake up with my head on his pillow and his arms around me (and usually a cat howling in my ear, but no matter.) We're making our lives together, and we're going to make them very long lives.
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels.
Posted by april at April 4, 2006 7:17 PM
Comments
I love that song.
Posted by: Tomas at February 18, 2007 8:23 PM