~ Sunday, April 8, 2001 ~

 

11:45 p.m. Yesterday when I was doing all that cooking, using only the best and the freshest of ingredients, you are to understand, I decided to check on my potato supply, which I'd stashed in a darkened corner and forgotten about.

Well, those potatoes have been quite the busy little spuds this whole time. Seems they've taken advantage of their privacy and entangled with one another and if I had any dirt to sink them in, I'd have quite the potato crop come next year.

I also seem to have remembered, dimly, that potato eyes are poison and that you shouldn't eat them. So, before I even considered trying to salvage any of these fecund rootlings, I did go and look on the Internet and lo and behold, I learned that it would be wise to consider these potatoes a lost cause, dinner-wise.

I do think they were worth a photo, however.

Today, in addition to not eating potatoes, we had leftovers. I watched X-Files, with a tiny bit of pleasure, but it's certainly not the old days. Even though the characters are all decades younger than me, they still seemed too old for their roles and I really know that, sooner or later, I'm going to have to look elsewhere for my entertainment.

Everybody gets old. Even potatoes get old.

And pretty and ugly are in the unblinking green eyes of the jealous beholder.