Second evening at home

So, how successful is my second end-of-day back home? The night’s young, but I’m sitting thinking that perhaps a life’s change, in the nature of packing up and moving permanently across the ocean to some community that is not split between the TV and work each evening is a terrific idea.

I am heading out for a walk now, but after that, I fear that I will start surfing airfares, just for the heck of it.

P.S. Thanks to the reader who offered this suggestion for tomorrow’s dinner menu: “let then eat cake” she writes. Indeed. I once had a guest for dinner who said she ate everything except for butter and milk products Suddenly, in my review of menu possibilities, everything, EVERYTHING I wanted to make had either butter or milk and most often both. So, too, all my ideas for tomorrow’s dessert bring forth recipes with huge amounts of the forbidden coffee. Really.

Ennui and anomie

My first six hours back in Madison were spent:

* Cooking an elaborate meal for myself in an effort to counter the notion that women only like to cook for others. However, the meal had no natural ending. I kept adding courses. Dessert was particularly long lasting. [resolve: beginning September 1st, I will get up and leave the kitchen after consuming what seems appropriate for one sitting – perhaps one tenth of what I ate last night.]

* Watching the Republican Convention on public television (it could not have been more boring) from beginning to the end. [resolve: beginning September 1st, the kitchen TV is being unplugged and the CD player is going to have a revolving stack of classy music playing non-stop from the moment I enter the house.]

* Writing emails to random service providers complaining about inadequate service. [For instance, at the Detroit Airport yesterday, the Internet connection was intermittent. As a result, a blog post that should have been written in 15 minutes took much longer, as it kept getting lost. In the end I never finished putting up the post and boarded the Madison-bound plane 3 minutes before take off, much to the disgruntlement of EVERYONE on board the full flight. The Internet provider got a long email detailing my issues. I did get a lengthy response this morning. Perhaps we have the beginnings of a stimulating email correspondence.]

* Calling/writing people and asking what they ate for dinner. [resolve: I wont call or email anymore; too pathetic. I will use the evening hours to learn a new language.]

It is hard going from months of having many willing conversationalists around you (in and out of the house) to being stripped of the opportunities to talk. Had I been, say, in Italy last night, you would have found me at the local piazza, sharing a meal and catching up with the locals. Here, the locals are all behind their locked doors, themselves watching the Republican Convention or doing who knows what. Every part of me rebels against this mode of being at the same time that I realize I am fighting a losing battle. Still, it is the first of the month. Surely I will hatch a plan that will transform this frozen universe into something more sociable and friendly. Surely.