I started a new diet. It’s called the ‘I’m so hot my will to exist is melting and I’d rather just put my head down on my desk and minimize movement than try to go get lunch’ diet. I’ve been eating a lot of watermelon. When it cools off at, oh say 11:30 pm, I tend to perk up a little and eat my daily caloric intake worth of ‘crackers,’ with quotes because despite the packaging, we all know that these have about two times too much sugar to be considered actual crackers, and that calling them such is just a euphemism for sweet, delicious cookies.
This diet is in many ways similar to that of my officemate. She told me several times that she is trying to lose weight this summer. She is on the ‘brick of ice cream and half liter of regular coke for lunch’ diet. I wonder if I should say something. I would never, EVER suggest that someone diet, or say anything about an average person’s choice of food. But, we talk about her diet at least three times a week, only because she brings it up. She clearly thinks she is making sacrifices (delicious sacrifices) and politely refuses other food. How to handle this delicate situation, I am not sure. I’ll probably err on the side of silence but it is slightly painful to watch.
This diet is in many ways similar to that of my officemate. She told me several times that she is trying to lose weight this summer. She is on the ‘brick of ice cream and half liter of regular coke for lunch’ diet. I wonder if I should say something. I would never, EVER suggest that someone diet, or say anything about an average person’s choice of food. But, we talk about her diet at least three times a week, only because she brings it up. She clearly thinks she is making sacrifices (delicious sacrifices) and politely refuses other food. How to handle this delicate situation, I am not sure. I’ll probably err on the side of silence but it is slightly painful to watch.
Arpine's Birthday Party, her uncle explaining to me again that I have to drink the WHOLE thing.
I may have mentioned this before, but I have been informed that is it unhealthy to sip vodka. Arpine's uncle is a surgeon and everytime we are eating with him he calls on me to make a toast and then gets (kiddingly) upset when I don't finish my shot glass of vodka. He did tell me, in all seriousness, that it is a sign of alchoholism to sip vodka. It means the taste doesn't bother you because you drink it so much. I've tried to explain that if I drink the whole thing everytime I will fall over.
Finally, I had the most unintentionally terrifying experience of my life last week. We went to Victory Park, which is at the top of the Cascade, high above the city. There are several amusement park rides and they are very 'Soviet.' You see the usual suspects, the swings ride, the Viking boat one, Tilt-a-whirl, and.....the Ferris Wheel. The rides are at least 50 years old- there are vines and weeds growing through the concrete, the paint is chipped, and some of the lights of the rides are burned out. The old guy that runs them looks tired, unshaved, maybe completely drunk. He doesn't get up to do safety checks. We decided to go on the Ferris Wheel, so when an empty car came around we hopped in (ourselves). No chains or gates to keep you in the car. It was windy on the ground but as soon as we got above the treeline there were gale force winds that made the car sway back and forth. I have never been so afraid. Arpine managed to get her camera out and take this less than flattering picture. I am posting it as penance for the time last summer when I went on the Ferris Wheel with Steve Spiro and teased him by making it sway. I understand now and I am truly sorry :)
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