So little time, so much to do

I did not garden tonight. But I did make appetizers before dinner, which delayed dinner; tuna stuffed mushrooms with six cheeses and scallions. Dinner, when finally served, had lots of creamy bits, and what is more comforting than cream? Little turkey breast bits swimming in a cream/broth gravy and spaghetti squash in a cream sage garlic sauce was complimented with an asian cucumber salad. I don’t know what is happening in this world these days. I have managed to lose 23 pounds on a this way of eating. Did Superman fly around the world backward and turn this into Bizarro World?

Of course, the Dairy Queen Pecan Mudslide doesn’t fit into this dietary equation. Why? Because there is sugar in it, silly! But hey, I’ll buy if you’ll fly.

While I was cooking dinner we watched the President of the United States on television holding a press conference. Again I must ask, did Superman fly around the world backward and turn this into Bizarro World? Actually, bottom line, (even though I really really really don’t like to talk about politics) I don’t think President Bush is so bad in general. I just think he has really poor judgement from where he chooses to get advice.

I don’t like to talk about religion much either, but this was pretty funny. My husband, who is home during the day, has been answering the door to the Jehovah’s Witnesses. He kinda likes the old guy who comes, and I wouldn’t say he looks forward to his interruptions, but it does give him someone to talk with on occasion.

Last Saturday, when the neighbor (who happens to be a practitioner of the Mormon faith, and in Utah, only two tenths of us aren’t) was mowing the front lawn and digging up my wisteria (which I’m still a bit frosted about, but I’ll get over it, I suppose), the JW’s showed up in full force. It was the day before Easter of course, which I’m told is one of the biggest days in Christianity. So I suppose they had an important message to impart. When we saw them drive up to the curb and park the car I told my husband I just didn’t have the patience for it. It was, after all, nine A flippin’ M in the morning on a Saturday. “They are your friends,” I said. I went to hide in the kitchen to eavesdrop while he answered the door.

The nice old JW gent and his two buddies arrived at the door which my husband answered. They got out the bible and started quoting Paul of the Corinthians, possibly the best known misogynist of the entire bible. My husband countered with his own bible phrases, head to head they were, neither was backing down and both knew their stuff. (Always marry an educated man, that’s what I thought, hiding in the kitchen, rolling a cigarette and looking for just a bit of the hair of the dog.) Then the old gent mentioned the service to be held the following night, for Easter, and would we come?

“Oh, no, I don’t think so,” my husband replied. “We’re going with the Mormons. You see, they come round and do the yard, while you people just show up with a bible.”

The CKS/BL tridiot rating of 104.56738 is sponsored tonight by Colonel Angus.