“It’s a French theme,” XUP explained as she swept into my house and started pulling things from her bag. French herbs. A baguette. A bottle of wine. A beret. Red lipstick.
Then she took over my kitchen, which, in anticipation of her visit, had been stocked with a cornucopia of fresh vegetables. Onions. Zucchini. Garlic. Peas. Carrots. Beans. Spinach. Tomatoes. XUP chopped and diced and sauteed and simmered, and the next thing you know, we had this giant cauldron of delicious vegetable soup. We ate and drank and talked and then it was time for my after-lunch snooze on the couch. XUP cleaned up and did dishes and swept and then we talked some more.
It was a lovely way to spend a convalescent Friday afternoon. Thank you, XUP. You’re a good friend.
I’ve become increasingly reclusive lately, partly because of the lack of mobility brought on by the back problem, but also because, to put it delicately, I stink. I’m not allowed to take a shower or wash my right armpit for 10 days following the breast surgery.
The Garbage Bag Princess
At this point – the 9th day after surgery – I could lend my right armpit to a high school science class. They’d probably name it Igor and chase screaming girls around the lab with it.
A few weeks ago I inadvertently scheduled a social event for today, and it’s not rescheduable. I could cancel it on the grounds that I stink, but then I wouldn’t get to see my old friend AndrewZRX and his lovely wife and baby. They’re heading back to Scotland tomorrow. So me and my stinky pit are leaving the house and going out into public today.
If you have a sensitive olfactory system, you might want to avoid the Glebe this afternoon.
Be happy with your smelly pits! I am still not wearing deodorant. I’ll know I’m back to normal when I break out the “Secret” antiperspirant again. Actually, I think the lack of pit smell is due to the chemo and the frying of my ovaries and consequent lack of hormones combo. Plus cutting the nerves to the pit when they take out the nodes cuts back on the sweat, so you may not be as bad as you think.
Normally this would be considered “too much information.” But under the circumstances….
Unhuh, see ya . . . Monday!
Ohhhhhhh a baby.
I disagree… you look like a wood nymph. And everyone knows that wood nymphs can be smelly sometimes – beautiful loamy, earthy, bark-y aromas!
The French theme was because of the Provencal Vegetable Soup (Soup au Pistou), the recipe for which came courtesy of my favourite French Blogger, Frenchless in France (http://lindamathieu.com/2009/06/25/favorite-french-recipes-20/). It’s easy to make, uber-healthy, and really nice, especially with the pistou on top — and the pistou is good just on bread, too! It was a fun afternoon, Zoom. Any time. And I didn’t think you were stinky at all. (I only hope we left enough soup for GC?)
Zoom, dear, I think your friends would be happy to see you even if you rolled in dogpoop on the way over…