April 18, 2005

Pets, Films and Food

Morning arrived early to the dulcet tones of a puking cat. Huzzah! Yet more laundry and carpet cleaning for me! Anyone want a cat? She's not much trouble, but her palate tends toward various species of wildlife, with colorful and predictible results for carpeting.

And take the dog, too. I tire of her truculence and incessant shedding. Oh, and the barking. And the occasional episodes of incontinence. And the ill-considered eating which leads to pancreatitis and $500 vet bills. And the incidents involving leftover deer parts getting dragged inside my house. But other than that, she's great!

When these two kick off, I will not have another pet for a Really Long Time.

But enough about my two tiny, furry, money pits. I'm sure you're just dying to know what our weekend was like!

1. Managed to observe not one, but two groups of baby praying mantises emerging from their egg sacks. Very cool.

2. Watched Sideways. Didn't have high hopes for a movie that prompted me to yell at the screen "I hope he gets hit by a bus!" within the first ten minutes, but it turned out to be very amusing. Painful, but amusing. And yeah, both characters could benefit from being run over by a Greyhound. There's also my personal squick about movies (and books) featuring struggling writers. Those characters always come off as overwrought and pretentious, and you are too often able to see the author's hand attempting to make them somehow "noble." At least there was none of that pesky pseudo-nobility in Sideways. Snarky worked much better.

3. Received (and actually enjoyed) the latest issue of the Oxford American. Seems like they kicked the hipster wannabes off of staff and are getting back to what made the magazine interesting; read, NOT trying to be the New Yorker South. Also, Best Letter Ever from a reader who calls Kaye Gibbons "an ass." Thank you, letter writer! And I am dying to eat some hot chicken--the issue is all about Southern Food, which prompted Hublet to say, "I want some good Southern food, but not the kind that's bad for me." My laughter was long and loud.

But seriously, I could go for some fried okra right now.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at April 18, 2005 02:37 PM

I thought of one (have to wait 'til summer) - big, fat garden tomatoes, sliced and with pepper on them. There.

Now I'm free to start the rest of my wish list (rough draft):

fried okra (aforementioned)
fried squash
fried chicken
pecan pie
lots of gravy on lots of different stuff
corn on the cob
corn off the cob
various cobblers
Sunday rump roast
creamed potatoes
pecan pie (did I mention already?)

O.k., that should be enough for you to work on for a while, oh fabulous wife of my dreams.

Posted by: Husband of BAW at April 18, 2005 02:56 PM

Sorry, I've already got two cats with their own wildlife preferences.

They killed a mouse on the sink of the half-bath. I only found the head (in the sink). Before I did, I walked in and found blood all across the wall and counter, like someone had burst a blood-filled water balloon in there. I immediately assumed one of the cats had raked the other's belly in a fight. Nope, no claw marks on either of 'em, all ears present and accounted for. Then I saw the head. I didn't know the fuzzy suckers had that much blood in them.

Posted by: John at April 18, 2005 03:53 PM

I haven't seen the new OA yet, but I (probably) agree completely with the letter writer. I was SORELY offended by Kaye Gibbons' debut column in the last issue. Kaye, if you don't want to put up with the peons who think they can "learn" to write then DON'T TAKE WRITERS' CONFERENCE GIGS! Sorry for the caps; I was peeved.

Posted by: derek at April 18, 2005 03:55 PM

LOL! Great article. Made me laugh. Having 4 dogs and a cat, I can relate to the puking noises in the wee hours.

Regarding Southern cooking, have you noticed that tamales and menudo are becoming staples? It's a "fusion" thang...

Posted by: snopercod at April 18, 2005 07:28 PM

Turnip greens and cornbread. Blackeyed peas.

Posted by: Laura at April 18, 2005 09:45 PM

Susie my first Doberman was a vole hunter; and would whine to be let in, carrying a limp vole she had captured after hours of digging in the permissible digging area. I don't think so, Susie, leave it out there please.

If you have a literary turn, look at Vicki Hearne's essays on Washoe and ``How To Say Fetch!'' in _Adam's Task_; it makes dogs more interesting than it seemed. Also ``Oyez a Beaumont'' in _Animal Happiness_ just for the prose.

All those essays were at one time or another first in _Raritan_; where the first two were responsible for my getting my first Doberman.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at April 19, 2005 02:03 AM