2007-01-11 01:44
I am listening to The Smiths right now...photosynthesis: noun;
the process by which green plants and some other organisms use
sunlight to synthesize foods from carbon dioxide and water.
Photosynthesis in plants generally involves the green pigment
chlorophyll and generates oxygen as a byproduct.
I wish I could photosynthesize. Food and eating are an uninteresting
but necessary part of being for me. Not that I am a bad cook-
actually I am really creative and efficient, yielding tasty things.
The problem is I think art- my focus on food is minimal, nonexistent...
Until I get hungry.
My next door neighbor friend, Sue, is totally different. She lives
alone and is so happy to do her culinary wizardry for me and Bob (and
whoever else is around our house). She's thrilled to be in the
kitchen whipping it up, and loves to have a hungry audience. It is an
art for her.
I have a box of organic produce delivered weekly, I sharpen the
knives, I clean up afterwards, I give her $ to buy our groceries &
full artistic license. Her inspired work has done much for my health
and well being, and she gets to eat "free". Before Bob and I would do
take out from the great restaurants in town. He gets more home cooked
food now, thanks to Sue.
A last weekend the three of us were talking about our troublesome
neighbor's actions of that day. This guy has been aggressively
bothersome to Sue and Bob (and every other neighbor for years!).
Sue's tact is being invisible as possible, but Bob is utterly
obsessed with retaliation!
Bob was blabbing on about his latest scheme to "show who's the boss".
I felt irritated hearing the obsessive pole pissing territorial crap.
Sue did too. His current plan would make things ugly for her. She
told him to shut up. I seconded the motion. Bob got riled up and said
something really rude back. A few minutes later she said she'd heard enough and went home. Sue hasn't come over to cook since.
Tonight when Bob came home from work he said, "what's for dinner" and
"where's Sue". I looked at him and started to cry. Then I explained
how his mindless obsessive talk had ruffled something that means a
lot to me, and he would sure be upset if I treated friends he plays
music with like that when they were here.
Bob apologized then went to bed early. I ate a couple hard boiled
eggs and made myself a good stiff drink. The kitchen feels empty and
cold without Sue. This will work out but I wish I was green so I
wouldn't get hungry. For now another sip on the cocktail will do.