Monday, August 10, 2009

My Day As a Slug

It's not like I didn't announce it ahead of time.

When Heir 1 decided to schedule his family birthday party for Aug. 8, I announced to all who would hear me and listen that, on Aug. 9, TCM was having an all day salute to Cary Grant and to forget I exist and forget the living room exists. Both would be off limits that day.

It started out well enough. The marathon offered me a chance to sit for an extended period and get my gift knitting done with minimal interruptions. I'd already seen several of the scheduled films before, so it was like visiting an old friend to have a nice chat and do some knitting.

Then it suddenly occurred to Dirtman that there were entirely too many cucumbers around here and that bread and butter pickles* had to be done today.

How long have I been lamenting the cucumber dilemma? How many weeks? Suddenly it has to be done -- on TCM Cary Grant day.

Anyway, I told Dirtman that I'm sure Cary and I wouldn't mind if he made bread and butter pickles, to which Dirtman harumphed, "Okay. I will." So there.

Well, there were sighs of exasperation. There were pots banging. There were inane questions. There were cooking buzzers buzzing to empty rooms without a Dirtman in sight.

I persisted, though. (I might add, I hardly ever get to use the television in the living room. It's just a given in this house that it must be available to Dirtman at all times of the day so that at any given moment he can watch Dog, the Bounty Hunter. I can't tell you how much I hate having to admit that.) I didn't even respond when, upon walking across the kitchen floor, my shoe stuck to the floor where pickle juice had landed in a puddle and dried there.

Of course today I'm paying for it since, for the fourth time this week, the kitchen floor has to be scrubbed. Still it was worth it.

I had my day and Dirtman has six pints of pickles.

*I'm not sure whether pickles as a side dish is a Southern phenomenon (like ambrosia) or a Protestant phenomenon (like Jello molds).


Darkgarden said...



I mean... DAMN! Even if you gotta start on some other veggie or something! NO MORE CUCES!!!

Darkgarden said...

... oh... and where was Bringing Up Baby? I was watching it all day for Bringing Up Baby.

The harmonica guys sort of made it for me though.

Sisiggy said...

Yeah, the harmonica guys drew a crowd...

I have this theory about the movies TCM is choosing for each actor each day. I think they're going to release them as a boxed set because they're movies that no one would buy alone, with one major draw (in this case, To Catch a Thief).

A real Cary Grant/Katherine Hepburn fan would buy Bringing Up Baby by itself -- I sure would. But the other films they showed yesterday, probably not. I would in a boxed set, though.

P.S. Tomorrow: a rant on tomatoes!

Anonymous said...

Oh good heavens! DOG, THE BOUNTY HUNTER?? Hmmm, I'm beginning to understand..... I H

Darkgarden said...

OH... Hey... I like Dog The Bounty Hunter. They're a bunch of characters. Great TV viewing for 2 in the morning when I can't sleep

Sisiggy said...

I'm surrounded, you see IH. There is no hope for humanity. Might as well drown ourselves in Zinfandel.

Anonymous said...

Yes Sisiggy, you are right. I'll be right over with the cheap stuff. IH

Darkgarden said...

...and listening to you sages...

I'll retire to Bedlam.