Monday, Oct. 06, 2003 - 7:12 p.m.
My hamstrings are sore from painting L’s spare bedroom Saturday. This might reasonably elicit some or all of the following questions: “How exactly do you paint, Eva? Do you clench the paintbrush between your knees? Were you in gravity boots?” The answer to those questions, beyond ‘no’, is that I am not sure why my hamstrings are sorer than the parts of my body one might expect to be sore – shoulders and forearms, for example. I think it must have been the repeated squats to reload the roller with paint, as well as the repeated calf raises to paint along the tops of the walls. All I know is that it hurts to walk.
I went to the State Fair last night. Ah, South Carolina…and ah, elephant ears. I don’t normally go in for the fried dough so much, especially that of the sweet variety, but I enjoyed the fried dough of last night. I also enjoyed the hilarious chickens. I will have to prepare a full report for submission tomorrow, I do believe. For now, I have prepared for you the following List, accompanied by Discussion Notes.
Names I Have, With Mild Horror, Found Myself Calling The Cat:
I’m not sure I should go on. You can see the pattern.
Ronnie’s first name, proffered by the stoner boys upstairs, was Jinxy. My old roommates named her Grifty McGrift. I named her Veronica. When I took her to the vet for the first time, the veterinary assistant told me she was a boy, so I changed her name to Ronnie. Now she goes by both: Ronnie, short for Veronica, more or less after the Elvis Costello song ‘Veronica’ and an amazing, tough girl I met once in Denver named Ronnie.
I have pizza in the making again. I am drinking the discount champagne I bought last week…I thought about putting it off until I had many people to celebrate with, but I think getting through twenty student conferences today is cause enough for celebration.