I think the hardest job that we have as individuals is to stay happy. "Stay happy" is that large umbrella (or parasol, as I'd like to think) of a category under which you'd find working, learning, loving, being healthy, etc. It takes so many things to stay happy and persevere at it.
The days have all had slow starts. I was only lured out of the house today by an unforeseen dinner invitation. Jean-Daniel showed up at an awkward time, though; it was right when I was on the phone with Dozer's vet.
But we went to the Sawtelle Kitchen anyway and I felt guilty that I could still eat, and eat I did. I never really get what the deal is with fusion Japanese; it's just not accomplished the same way fusion Cantonese is. But we had a lot of culinary delights, and between us there were pork chops and lamb shanks and cream puffs and custard and jasmine tea and an espresso and miso soup and salad... more soy sauce and ginger than I would have liked to have, but that's what you get with fusion Japanese.
I am lucky that people understand me, and they love me, and I know that the upcoming months will not be as hard as they seem to be now. At least there will be no undue surprise. But Dozer, I love you so much, and I know that even when you are in that big shabby chic armchair in the sky, you are turning your lazy brown eyes to me and saying simply, "Mrowr."
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:16 AM
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