November 18, 2003
A brief note to update you on Hubbo’s health, which has had the unintended consequence of providing me with excellent Florence Nightingale knitting-at-the-bedside moments.
He is still in the throes of mononucleosis, at an age when most folks’s kids get mono. He’s Resting Comfortably, but I’m going to go ahead and say that his illness has affected not only my knitting time but the formerly high-toned atmosphere around here. We haven’t read the Odyssey to the children for at least three nights now. I haven’t had the chance to throw together a Boeuf Bourgignon in ages.
Hubbo watched Arnold Schwarzenegger’s inauguration speech. He’s learned all about saffron on Good Eats. (I love that show; it revolutionized my thoughts on broiled shrimp). And, tonight, we shared a tender evening watching the third episode of Average Joe, which may be the meanest reality show yet. Fabulously buff cheerleader claims she values personality over looks; she arrives at her reality show mansion thinking she’s the Bachelorette, but soon discovers she gets to choose from 16 guys who embody the principle of personality over looks. Endless painful intrigue follows. Tonight’s bombshell: the three finalists are chosen, but the door opens and in walk three fabulously buff hunkazoids. Their new competition.
In a nutshell, we’re scraping rock bottom around here. Clif and I wandered the grocery store tonight, buying ginger ale for Hubbo. We left with a tube of Tom’s Natural Toothpaste in Silly Strawberry (a good idea), and we left with a Lunchable (dinner).
Your sleeve of Sassy is looking, well, pretty sassy. You can thank Hubbo for that.