My weekend morning

I may only be Friday, but in the life of this shift worker, it's my first of two days off, and so this is like my Saturday morning!  I am starting the morning off as all lazy mornings...a nice sleep in, some cuddles form my impatient kitties who are happy to wake me so I can feed them, and a nice cup of coffee.  I relented and paid $12 for a tiny bag of Starbucks coffee grinds this week...5 years later and I still can't get use to the sticker shock of grocery shopping in Bermuda.  $10 gets more than twice as much in the US or Canada.  The second book I read this week was kind of a bland novel, The Peach Keeper, but it had a great ode to coffee.

" Coffee...was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person.  Sunday mornings, friendly get togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life.  Coffee meant something to people.  Most found their lives miserable without it.  Coffee was a lot like love that way.  And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too."

The to do list is long and impossible today, and so I may just leave it lie.  My bike is overdue for an oil change.  There are no drive through oil changes in Bermuda.  The dealership makes you drop it off at 8am, and usually they call at 5 to tell you its done.  A perfect waste of a day off, and so I will continue to avoid it today.  There is grocery shopping to do, which has to be done with a bit of a critical eye.  I am down to my last 17 weeks on the island.  I find myself looking at items in the store and rather than assessing it a best price for unit of volume, I am trying to calculate usage.  I hate wasting things.  But on an international move, everything non-essential has to be thrown out or given away.  My whole life needs to fit in a couple of suitcases.  And so, I while I know I will be driving home from the store with 42 pounds of kitty litter precariously balanced on the bike, I will probably spend an inordinate amount of time trying to decide which size of box I should buy for dryer sheets.  I have already resigned myself to rationing the ketchup so I don't need another bottle in the next 3 months.  Which reminds me I should clean the fridge.  The jar of olives my sister bought when she was cooking her on a visit 2 years ago is still in there.  Plus the Tahini for when I thought I would make my own humus (possibly one of my worst ideas, I may never eat chickpeas again).  The longtails are back, and Susara and I were hoping to photograph them, but, rain prevailed so that is tabled for another day.

Dinner and a show are definitely getting checked off the list today though.  Tonight is the annual "Hasty Pudding," sometimes referred to as the Tranny Show.  Every year a group of students from the Harvard Drama Club come down and do a parody/musical/comedy/satire...and it's typically an all male cast with a lot of female roles.  I have made every show for 5 years, so happy to catch it once more on my final year.  It is sometimes hard to tell beneath the costumes and makeup that they aren't women...well, large women, but I have found myself listening to them hit the high notes beneath their sequined costumes and wondering.  They have covered aliens, the cold war, Russian fairy tales, and much more, so am definitely looking forward to this evening out with Helen, Carol, Beatty, and Siobhan.  Here is a picture with the cast from the last year -- should be another night of good laughs!

Harvard Hasty Pudding