My wife is making a garden. Is that how you say it? Making a garden? I guess “growing a garden” would be better. In any case, there will be a garden at our house this summer. What will it have? Green stuff. And maybe carrots, too. She has now told me in detail everything the garden will have. Twice. I can’t for the life of me keep it all straight. As I recall, there are peas and lettuce and zucchini and . . . radishes? Tomatoes. And some other vegetables. No corn. Or watermelons. I think. Maybe my problem is that I’m just no good with vegetables. I don’t pay them enough attention. I like to eat them, but I don’t like to get them ready to eat. Just ask my wife. There’s too much slicing and rinsing involved. With meat, you take it out of the freezer, thaw it, and then heat it up one way or another until it stops bleeding.
I feel a bit guilty that I’m so clueless about her gardening projects. But then again, I’m also clueless about her knitting endeavors. And much of her Quest to Make Good Slovak Food. I’d feel worse except for the fact that I know she’s clueless about my Quest to Build a Perfect Computer, as well as my continuing Search for Good Ways to Waste My Time.
But then again, why is it that her projects all have practical applications, while mine more or less don’t? Maybe I should feel guilty, after all.
Or maybe I should just stop thinking about it. That’s a better plan.
We watched Topkapi last night, which had a very slow start and a leading actress who I’ll have nightmares about, but the end was very intense and very well done, so if you can put up with the first half, it gets better. Rousing endorsement, right? Three stars.
Tonight’s Lost. Will you be watching?