1. I am sitting at my desk shoveling Maruchan instant ramen – the good kind out a styrofoam cup – into my mouth before a conference call. A poor college student-esque choice, but a nostalgic one on this rainy day, as it instantly brings me back to my maternal grandmother’s kitchen table.
My grandmother used to buy cups of ramen in bulk from Sam’s Club and serve it to me for breakfast – filling the styrofoam cup with boiling water from a tap on the kitchen sink, a kitchen standard partial to Duluth, Minnesota, as I’ve yet to see it anywhere else – with a side of bacon and Skittles candy. She was a good grandmother like that.
My mother, of course, was appalled. And not by the poor breakfast choices made by her young daughter, but the flexibility and accommodations of her once-strict mother. “I can’t believe you’re letting her eat that for breakfast!” she say. My grandmother would just smile and ask if I wanted seconds.
I can see this already happening in the way my mother dotes on my brother Tim’s dog, Mila, that she will strike the same cord as a grandmother. For my mother, as no-nonsense as she is, shooed me out of a chair at her kitchen table last Christmas – “That’s Mila’s chair” – retrieved the blanket I had spread on my lap, and used it to tuck Mila in after she laid down.
Brothers, our future children are going to eat so many Skittles for breakfast in our mother’s care.
2. I had my second class last night, and will say that my professor seems very excited and engaging and promised to bring us snacks. Although it certainly wasn’t how I wanted to spend my time on such a lovely evening. There was a slight breeze, the temperature cool by D.C. late May standards, perfect for a long bike ride. It’s really too bad how much a higher education messes with your ability to do whatever you want now, isn’t it?
3. Read this article – Judy Bloom Knows All Your Secrets – in the NY Times. Judy Bloom was one of my favorite authors when I was a kid and I think I’ve read Summer Sisters no less than 1,000 times. I keep a hard laying around and open to a random spot on occasion to read a couple pages.
4. It’s almost Memorial Day weekend! I celebrated by wearing khakis and a button down denim to work today. My boss joked that I jumped the gun a bit on the business casual attire that we enjoy Memorial – Labor Day each summer. I didn’t realize she was joking and launched into a full blown explanation of why I was dressed down (no clean clothes, no clean dry cleaning, the boss is gone, it’s cold, didn’t care), to which she responded, “I didn’t actually care, I was just giving you shit. If you were dressed inappropriately, I’d just save it for your performance review [in December]!”
Needless to say, my boss doesn’t truly understand my life-long anxiety of dressing correctly. I once forgot my nude bra at my mom’s cabin, which she then forgot to bring to Duluth, which we didn’t realize until 10 minutes before we were supposed to be out the door for my cousin Megan’s wedding. So I showed up in a lovely white dress shirt, black skirt, black wedge heels and…a lime green bra. My mother consoled me that it was very “Sex and the City.” I fear I looked ridiculous.
5. It is possible to stress-eat a whole bag of popcorn in under five minutes, just FYI.
I’m blowing this popsicle stand – but 5 on Thursday is A-OK with me at this very moment. And my sincere apologies if I did a crap job editing this thing.