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sushi Saturday
Jun. 3rd, 2006 12:58 pm.
Another week of work. Had Monday off, then we crammed five days or more into the four remaining. The guy who works 2 to 10 had the week off, so it was just me. It was good to get home each day. On Friday, I listened to Philip Marlowe on the way in, and recognized Paul Frees in a supporting role. Cool.
Today I got up bright and late and showered quickly, scraped my face and neck with a razor and took a walk in the rain to the barber shop. I didn't have to wait in line. I considered getting a summer buzz, but decided against it as I will be having an interview on Tuesday morning with a paper I'll call the Springfield Shopper. Talked about Holyoke with the barber, who used to go to downtown Holyoke as a teenager, when it was a happening place with a lot of open storefronts.
Home again, and I finished my morning routine while Sarah tried not to nag me about going out for a biscuit. She succeeded for a few minutes, anyway. We ate and proceeded to Holyoke to visit the Children's Museum on Dwight Street, by the canal. The canal is nicely full and quite picturesque. It was also picturesque last year when it was empty (on purpose, methinks, but me doesn't know). Sarah clambered about in the play area loosely themed after the lungs or something. No resemblance there to speak of. Then she played at the water table (that's what I call it -- it's a small waterway at table height with boats and stuff), sat in the ambulance, swept sand, balanced buckets, rolled golf balls, and looked in at the TV camera studio. Then she told me to sit in the upstairs place while she brought me food. She carried plastic food up to me, plate after plate. After a while, I wanted to start taking food back down, especially when I found a bunch of items behind the freestanding cabinets. Then it was time to leave, being noon and all.
First, though, we wandered a little. My path took us to the merry-go-round, and Sarah wanted a ride, so we had a ride on the ponies while the band organ (authentic) played a rather short melody over and over. It was fun, but repetitive. Driving home, we called Cathy. Sarah offered her opinion that she wanted to go out for lunch. For "shooshi," as she calls it. She gave Cathy a play-by-play of my driving as we got on the highway. "He still has to use both hands to drive," she reported before giving me back the phone.
"Can I order sushi?" she asked. I said she might have vegetable sushi, like cucumber. "Know what kind of sushi I like?" she asked. What kind? "I like... strawberry sushi." I never heard of that kind. What's that like? "It's pink, and it has strawberry shortcake. When I was little I was at my grandpa's and he taught me how to make it."
Be that as it may, we're going out for sushi now. Hooray for sushi!
.
Another week of work. Had Monday off, then we crammed five days or more into the four remaining. The guy who works 2 to 10 had the week off, so it was just me. It was good to get home each day. On Friday, I listened to Philip Marlowe on the way in, and recognized Paul Frees in a supporting role. Cool.
Today I got up bright and late and showered quickly, scraped my face and neck with a razor and took a walk in the rain to the barber shop. I didn't have to wait in line. I considered getting a summer buzz, but decided against it as I will be having an interview on Tuesday morning with a paper I'll call the Springfield Shopper. Talked about Holyoke with the barber, who used to go to downtown Holyoke as a teenager, when it was a happening place with a lot of open storefronts.
Home again, and I finished my morning routine while Sarah tried not to nag me about going out for a biscuit. She succeeded for a few minutes, anyway. We ate and proceeded to Holyoke to visit the Children's Museum on Dwight Street, by the canal. The canal is nicely full and quite picturesque. It was also picturesque last year when it was empty (on purpose, methinks, but me doesn't know). Sarah clambered about in the play area loosely themed after the lungs or something. No resemblance there to speak of. Then she played at the water table (that's what I call it -- it's a small waterway at table height with boats and stuff), sat in the ambulance, swept sand, balanced buckets, rolled golf balls, and looked in at the TV camera studio. Then she told me to sit in the upstairs place while she brought me food. She carried plastic food up to me, plate after plate. After a while, I wanted to start taking food back down, especially when I found a bunch of items behind the freestanding cabinets. Then it was time to leave, being noon and all.
First, though, we wandered a little. My path took us to the merry-go-round, and Sarah wanted a ride, so we had a ride on the ponies while the band organ (authentic) played a rather short melody over and over. It was fun, but repetitive. Driving home, we called Cathy. Sarah offered her opinion that she wanted to go out for lunch. For "shooshi," as she calls it. She gave Cathy a play-by-play of my driving as we got on the highway. "He still has to use both hands to drive," she reported before giving me back the phone.
"Can I order sushi?" she asked. I said she might have vegetable sushi, like cucumber. "Know what kind of sushi I like?" she asked. What kind? "I like... strawberry sushi." I never heard of that kind. What's that like? "It's pink, and it has strawberry shortcake. When I was little I was at my grandpa's and he taught me how to make it."
Be that as it may, we're going out for sushi now. Hooray for sushi!
.
