The Big DumpTruck

I have a complaint. Where the hell are all my teaspoons? What were we thinking, only buying one set of flatwear, anyway?

Every time I open the drawer for one, that slot is empty. I know it has a lot to do with Mookie, who seems to use one for every meal he eats, but sheesh! I wish I knew the model of flatwear we have, I’d try to contact the mfg and see if I could buy replacement spoons. But it’s not like the fancy stuff you register for, so I don’t know if they sell onsies. It may be time to just buck up and buy a couple new sets. Or start eating with sporks.

Note to self: Don’t go to the chinese buffet restaurant when there aren’t many cars in the parking lot. Man, you can’t believe what happens to that food when it sits in the warming trays for a while. Gah. So I just want to make it clear that I get to eat chinese food again as soon as possible to make up for last night’s experience.

The lemon squares we made last night as a cooking project? Blech. I guess I should have been nervous that the only thing I needed to add to the box mix was eggs and water. Or maybe the mix was just old. Or maybe I’m not much of a lemon square person after all.

Actually, what I wish I could have found was the low-fat lemon cake mix that was put out by one of the major mix brands under one of their “low fat” brands. I think it came in a purple box. I’ll have to remember what it was called, but anyway, they don’t sell those low/no fat mixes at my local store anymore, so I just assumed they don’t sell them at all.

Crap. I have to pull together writing samples to email to someone who may have work for me and I don’t have that stuff all prepared. Why didn’t I set this up BEFORE today?

Here’s an article in thelocal paper about the efforts to save Whalom – Whalom Park created memories.

I don’t know that I’m the person he’s talking about, maybe more than one has said the same thing, but I think I might be the person who said I would help clean the park in the spring if it was reopened, because I did. I’ve exchanged email with Allyson Bowen and in one I told her about the dream I’d had that I was hired to paint picnic tables. Very strange. But I do want the park to reopen. I loved working there (summer of 83) and loved going back with my son. It’s such a shame that this is happening.

Wait, there is mention of a cashier from the summer of 83, who first went in 1965. I mean, I’m sure that’s when I first went, because my parents probably took me as a baby just for something to do. I wonder if she’s talking about me or someone I worked with? I’ll have to try to find out. I haven’t been in touch with anyone I worked with at the park that year, for a long time, although I did keep in touch with one friend for at least 3 or 4 years. I don’t know why I keep thinking everything refers to me, how self-centered is that? I did offer to put stuff on my website. I keep talking about it in the blog, but I want to put some sort of button on the main dump page. I have to put that on my to-do list. Save Whalom.