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Father notified me that the Cowboys game was on at twelve. Maybe that was one of the reasons why Lorie stayed overnight, instead of going back and forth, from a Spurs evening game and back to a Cowboys morning game.
I couldn't stay home, especially with the prospect of just microwaving another pot pie for lunch. So I went out, to eat something different for lunch, in addition to just getting out of the house for a couple of hours. I can only withstand so much sports boosterism. Not to mention the idea of my own seventy year old father having a social life and running circles around me.
I had a hard time figuring out what to eat though, since it seemed like the selection was much the same that I have at home, either hamburgers or chicken or pizza. I started thinking of Taco Bell, and before dismissing the case as hopeless, soft chicken tacos seemed like a good choice. Still chicken, but a preferable form for today. Lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, a healthy step up for me.
I also got another hard cover at the dollar store. My first Don DeLillo novel, a short one, "Cosmopolis", about a young mega-rich Wall Street type going through an existential crisis in his limo during an odyssey to get a haircut. The plot is pretty thin, but the writing looked a little snappy and promised to be a bit saucy, "Sometimes he leaves the car for sexual encounters and sometimes he doesn't have to." It only cost a dollar.
I'm not sure when I'm going to get to the book, though, if ever. I haven't had much of a taste for mainstream novels lately. Like I've said before, when it comes to the emotional needs that good fiction satisfies, I seem to be getting my fill with Christianity, and Shakespeare, too. But it's always good to have a couple of unread novels lying around the house, something for a rainy day.
I couldn't stay home, especially with the prospect of just microwaving another pot pie for lunch. So I went out, to eat something different for lunch, in addition to just getting out of the house for a couple of hours. I can only withstand so much sports boosterism. Not to mention the idea of my own seventy year old father having a social life and running circles around me.
I had a hard time figuring out what to eat though, since it seemed like the selection was much the same that I have at home, either hamburgers or chicken or pizza. I started thinking of Taco Bell, and before dismissing the case as hopeless, soft chicken tacos seemed like a good choice. Still chicken, but a preferable form for today. Lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, a healthy step up for me.
I also got another hard cover at the dollar store. My first Don DeLillo novel, a short one, "Cosmopolis", about a young mega-rich Wall Street type going through an existential crisis in his limo during an odyssey to get a haircut. The plot is pretty thin, but the writing looked a little snappy and promised to be a bit saucy, "Sometimes he leaves the car for sexual encounters and sometimes he doesn't have to." It only cost a dollar.
I'm not sure when I'm going to get to the book, though, if ever. I haven't had much of a taste for mainstream novels lately. Like I've said before, when it comes to the emotional needs that good fiction satisfies, I seem to be getting my fill with Christianity, and Shakespeare, too. But it's always good to have a couple of unread novels lying around the house, something for a rainy day.
