monday

[monk222]

I just realized that the ground beef that Pop got is super-heavily painted. I have never seen such a thorough job before. Usually they just red-paint the surface layer, so that when you cut into the beef, you can see all that smelly blackness. They have upped their game: It is heavily painted throughout. There is almost as much paint as there is meat. There is no way that I could trust that for hamburgers, and this is a three-weeker too, before we get groceries again. I'd like to throw it all out, but I have to see if the meat will work well enough for tacos and such without making me sick: three weeks is a long time to go without ground beef, especially when you consider how narrow and shallow my menu is. ... When Pop and I went to get the groceries last Friday, they didn't have the meat out, and so we decided that Pop could get the meat himself later. If this meat had been out when I was there, I would have begged Pop to let me get my ground beef at H.E.B., which he doesn't like to do because it's a bit more expensive there. ... ... My little Queensugar is struggling with middle age. She tweets, "It's been really hard for me to confront the effect of faded youth on my life + career + self-identity. I have no image of who I can be as a woman, if not young. It's been devastating lately." That wasn't exactly my problem going into middle-age, but then I was never hot & cool when I was young. For me, the pain of aging was realizing that I was never going to have the life and experiences that I badly wanted, things like falling in love and being successful, the joys of youth. To see an aging Sugar kind of hurts too: when she was such an exuberant naif, she was adorable - so punk rock and sexy and sassy-smart. You see, I was in love, at least as much as that was possible for me.