Last month I ordered a vial of pink pigment from Stuart Semple, a British artist in a piss fight with the guy (Amish Kapoor) who bought all the rights to the world's blackest black pigment. He won't let it on the market. So Stuart Semple developed the world's pinkest pink and when I bought some, he emailed to ask that I post what I did with it:
Late in the morning Friday my right hand went numb. Hubby asked me what the matter was and I could only answer with gobbledygook. He asked me a few more questions and after satisfying himself that I needed medical attention, bundled me up and drove me to the ER. There they determined that I was having a small stroke which they didn't treat due to the brain cancer. Lovely combination, eh? So they checked me in and ran tests for a couple of days. I am home again wondering about the damage and whether it is part of a pattern. Driving home from my gallery opening a couple of weeks ago I collided with a car pulling away from it's parking space by the curb. The insurance company called it a total loss but not my fault. Now I have no car. They are paying out less than I owe, too. I think I will just give it a rest, don't feel much like driving right now, anyway.
When people gather for sharing a meal, the event may be further defined by tradition as a dinner or a feast. There are regional variations called a bake or a boil, or a roast. We hold cook outs and picnics, we celebrate wedding brunches and prayer breakfasts. At a funeral you may sit down to a repass. (As distinguished from a repast) At a wine tasting you may be nibbling finger food. If you observe Passover, you will probably have Seder. This week a lot of us will have a Thanksgiving dinner. I have cooked this for my family since forever, it seems. I hope I can get my energy for this.
Every four years Hubby and I host an election party. It doesn't support either candidate, though we always vote the same way. This year one of our guests ate all the marzipan. A marzipan and chocolate bar, the last couple of squares of another and most of the marzipan cookies. Not surprisingly, this guest also strained a wooden chair into separating some leg supports. No one cracked open the champagne.