Eventful Horizon

It was a bountiful day.

That is a picture of one of my favorite foods, a homemade tamale filled with pork and red chile. My aunt Char (who I met for lunch today) brought them for me; this traditional kind made with meat, and for vegetarian Dave, some with beans and cheese and some with calabacitas. I ate, let's see, three of them, and Dave ate two, and I expect we'll finish them off tomorrow.

Kelly First also called with the news that she had made a big pot of "fish stew no fish" (a vegetarian version of a fish stew) and she handed over a generous generous generous portion of it along with bread and a big hunk of Parmesan cheese to grate on top.

Dinner was, yes, tamales and fish stew no-fish. I'm stuffed!

All I had planned for dinner was the other half of a bag of Ghiradelli semi-sweet chocolate chips left over from a batch of cookies I made for Dave to take to work for his cookie exchange. (I made no-bake haystacks that looked more like cow patties, so I tried to pretty them up by sprinkling them with powdered sugar. That made them look like cow patties sprinkled with powdered sugar, so I told Dave to call them "cow patties in the snow," and he did and it was funny and I told him to take them to work and not to bring home any leftovers because they were so full of sugar that my pancreas just threw in the towel and stopped producing insulin altogether after just two of them. They were sugar bombs in other words.)

But it's also been kind of an eventful week beyond the food.

This week brought a new therapist into my life, a couples therapist for me and Dave. (I'm convinced that Dave and I are the first people to enter couples therapy six years after getting divorced.) She is originally from Marseille. I am reserving judgment. Dave did point out (and this is something in her favor) that she didn't, as many therapists have, suggest an immediate end to our relationship. So that's good. But our first appointment was two hours long and subsequent appointments will be ninety minutes long. So there's that. I guess it makes sense that a two-person oriented therapy session should be slightly longer than an individual therapy session, but my patience level has something of a hair trigger. Anyway, so there's that.

And what else?

Dave has also started dating. So there's that. (I'll let him tell you about it if you want details.) He wore this orange shirt

(that I picked out)

for his first "date." I call it a "date" and not a date because the friends who set him up, Third Wheel (Lu) and Fifth Wheel (Chris), tagged along. (Ladies, please!) They all brunched together. I stayed home and read a new novel on my new Kindle, which I love still and which has managed to hoover an additional thirty bucks profit for Mssrs. Amazondotcom out of my wallet for three novels at ten bucks a pop.

What else?

Oh, yes, there was this failure:

But I'm saving the tears for my craft blog, which I neglect sorely.