March102009
3/9/09 - Tofu Pad Thai, of sorts.
Carly and I are broke.
Temporarily, that is. We are both waiting for money to transfer into our checking accounts. Penniless for a few days.
In the meantime, we find ourselves in an odd situation where in theory we have savings, but there’s no way to get access to them. A replay of childhood scenarios: staring at piggy banks, knowing that we own the coins inside, but not being able to use them in any way except in our fantasy.
Now what?
We have to wait it out.
Sometimes, that’s all we can do. I have the security of knowing that the arrival of Wednesday will break the dry spell. If only every real-life situation were this simple.
But no.
Certainty, only an occasional blessing.
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I used what I had in storage, and put together a Pad Thai of sorts for the two of us. Some major ingredients were missing - tamarind, cilantro, bean sprouts, to name a few. Next time I’ll strive for authenticity, but for the time being, our taste buds were satisfied.
While I made dinner, Carly sat on the couch and played her guitar. We listened to recordings of prose and poetry read by musicians while we ate. These performances were naturally moving. The artists of sounds captured the rhythm between lines, reading aloud the music in words.
Then,
Sips of Merlot, stretches of conversation, a TV show we both like.
My much needed break from a day of cover letters.
