*** Our minimalist apartment kitchen ***When I awakened from one of my naps Wednesday, Jimmy greeted me with, " I just watched the greatest little movie: Julie and Julia. Have you seen it? You'd LOVE it!" I told him that, unlike most of America, I hadn't seen it yet, but it's on my ever-increasing to-do list. My attention-span has rivaled that of a gnat lately, with an energy level low for a three-toed sloth, so this Dewar isn't getting much done. Chemoid inertia has highjacked my life.
Back to Julie and Julia: you must remember that Jimmy doesn't re-read books nor watch movies more that once (well, maybe Lawrence of Arabia or Out of Africa every ten years on general principles.) So it was perplexing when he wanted me to watch Julie and Julia NOW, which I did, and he watched it with me, mesmerized anew."Don't you love that movie? Doesn't it make you want to COOK?" "No. Not today." I just stared at him. Food makes me sick. The smell of food makes me sick. The last thing I want to do is use even more of my precious energy in the kitchen.
I think the boy must be hungry, and the sight of the fabulous meals these women were serving their husbands every night has overwhelmed him. I have promised him though, that when we get home, we'll take up cooking together. The truth is, I think HE wants to learn to cook, but wants me to help him get started.
The status quo works for now, although since he says I'm looking "frail", he has gained five pounds trying to fatten me up.
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