Hey You Breakfast-Eaters

Dinner tonight rocked.

Fresh spinach-ricotta ravioli; giant mystery chard-like green cooked in olive oil, garlic, red wine and rosemary salt, topped with toasted slivered almonds; Duvel.  Balcony, 7 PM.

Recently moved the plants into a sunnier locale, have been rewarded by a comeback from the chard and a tomato hatching from the lettuce pot. Also some very enthusiastic peas.

As a respite from the high-minded (read:dry) Memoirs of Hadiran I've been reading James Fenimore Cooper - The Last of the Mohicans.  It was mentioned in another book I read recently, and I thought I'd try it.  I'm not entirely sure I want to finish; it's filled with the bigotry of its time, and the rancor towards the non-whites in the book proves difficult to swallow.  Also, it goes from one melodramatic scene of handsome men ("he was a perfect specimen") and mind-blowingly beautiful women of strong character in situations of high danger and near death that it makes me a little tired.  It's no wonder the movie did so well; the book is perfect for a screen adaptation.  I'm even more tempted to stop when I look at my magnificent and largely-unread library; I reorganized my room, and stacked all my books (28 now, including the JFC, thanks to two recent and much-appreciated care packages) where I can easily get to them.  Seeing all those delectable titles is enough to distract me from practicing.  Not such a bad thing, as I've recently overdone it; the last bit of work I had caused me fairly acute pain in my right arm, and I've been laying off a bit to avoid injury.  And my "busy month" has not even begun.  Thanks to the folks a new (old) lighter bow is on its way.  What do musicians do who don't have luthier/archetier parents?  It must really suck.

Alternate titles considered for this post:

Ack, this is so good

Why go out when you can stay in

Cooking with red wine: ruining my wardrobe, one shirt at a time

Holy Crap My Dinner Is So Delicious

Mom was right, plants like sunlight

YUM

JFC: Bigot, or just Melodramatic?

What is Duvel's alcohol content?!

Chekhov! Lessing! Tolstoy! Gaskell! Nabokov!