Daily Archives: September 6, 2008

Yesterday I went out and bought Zoe some more frozen raw lamb medallions (missed the deadline for delivery and don’t have room in the freezer right now) and since I didn’t bring her along to see her buddies I bought the smallest chew treat they had, an achilles tendon. There’s a first (and last) time for everything.

Unlike the rawhide she’s been walking around with for weeks and hiding in plain sight, she ingested this treat in just a few minutes. Later she drank water for a long time, unusual for her. So she woke us up at 4:30 to tell us she needed to go out, and both of us were up until about 6:30 talking and we even had a bit of cereal to get us back to sleep.

So, dear dog, my Achilles’ heel, no more Achilles tendons for you. Thanks from your medallion providers, walkers, bathers, launderers, tennis ball throwers, and loving folks.

Jim read little but the “tomatometer” score (www.rottentomatoes.com) of Trans-Siberian before taking me to lunch and a movie last weekend. The film was beautifully done and the cinematography awesome in its presentation of the Siberian steppes (actually shot in Lithuania). The utter lack of morality of all but one clueless character and the gruesome scenes – I covered my eyes – made me nauseous. So when the film ended I told Jim he owes me two chick flicks (akin to one Jane Austen film and one equivalent of Memoirs of a Geisha).

This is how we do business in this household! I don’t shop, am not a clotheshorse, and cook all but two meals a week, on weekends when he wants to go out to lunch. But while he hooked me on Star Wars and Harry Potter so we’re even on those, an unintentional horror flick gets a demerit. I made him see The Queen, twice. Thank you Helen Mirren! Also for Calendar Girls, another film he got to see.

So I’ve decided to be kind and let him off with one chick flick, but with a catch: it’s the sing-along version of Mamma Mia. And I get to see the sun-soaked shores and crystal clear waters of Greece once again and perhaps get up the nerve to break down that lamb shoulder and make gyros for dinner on Sunday.

Cruel and unusual punishment? No way. I think it’ll be fun. We start with brunch tomorrow, socializing with our neighbors and chef CJ and will go from there. Enjoy your weekend. Dee