Hobos and Whores
The Firecracker and I trade off on cooking duties, which is nice – although she and I do have very different approaches to cooking on certain things.
Me: Do you know how to make a white gravy?
Her: Of course, I’m from the south.
Me: With a roux?
Her: Well, how else?
Me: (shrugging) I prefer a roux but sometimes if I’m rushed, I’ll use corn starch from time-to-time.
Her: Ew, Lo! That’s for hobos and whores.
Her: (at Times Square) Wait, that’s a real Lichtenstein?
Me: Yup – a million people walk under it every single day and never notice it.
…but there are definitely things that don’t.
Her: Don’t you want trees and mountains and lakes?
Me: I have Central and Riverside Parks!
Her: (rolling eyes) C’mon, Lo – you know that’s not the same.
Now, I do sometimes wish the kid had green grass and shade, but he does have his time in NJ…
…although I do admit that what he’s accustomed to playing around with in Manhattan isn’t ideal.
Still, as long as the kid’s safe, happy, and healthy, I don’t really need much.
Although, I do find myself worrying about him as much as my parents worried about me, I suppose.
Me: Get down from there!
Him: It’s fine! I climb here all the time.
Me: Just get down!
Him: OK! (jumps down) What? You didn’t say I couldn’t jump down.
Location: the big city – Union Square and the Upper Best Side, where else?
Mood: I could sleep for days
Music: All these buildings and mountains, slowly they’ll arise (Spotify)