So yesterday I headed out to do some shopping. Along the way, I noted a lot of emergency vehicles and bewildered people milling around and an SUV tipped over on its side in the ditch. An omen, I thought. And yes. This turned out to be a day full of oddities: thrilling, exasperating, potentially lethal, surreal, revolting. A kind of a mixed bag of a day.
After paying a lot of money at the health food store for a few unsprayed vegetables and a little hormone-free meat, I headed over to the library. I love our library. It is open to the breezes and has a courtyard. In the back is the adult literature section. (How innocent of them.) I found some light reading and a couple of novels to take out and then settled down at one of the tables with "The Progressive" to read two of my favorite columnists, Molly Ivins and Kate Clinton. So the first thing that struck my eye as I turned the page was an ad for a product that would give me firmer and fuller erections. Dear God, as Kate would say! I am not as inured to this as those who watch television.
Kate remarks on a judgment by the NY State court, which has ruled that gay marriage is unconstitutional.
" They reasoned that since same sex parents don't have children "by accident or impulse" gay parenting is unhealthy for children.
Like Kate, I really don't know how to discuss such a notion.
So I went home and made an antipasto with salami, mozzarella, and peppers, some herbed butter, and a garbanzo flat bread, for a neighborhood Italian potluck. This is the second one we've done: for the last one our theme was Mexican. The next one will be at my house after we get back from France. So I guess it should be French.
Anyway, I had been looking forward to seeing our hosts' house, which they have turned from a dump into a showplace. It's stunning. Somewhat wasted on us, I felt. It looked like a Hollywood set for a full-blown orgy.
We ate chioppino and eggplant parmesan and drank a lot of red wine. We swapped stories and told dirty jokes. Our host, a newbie after only 1 1/2 years here, kept making references to pot, while we pretended not to know what he was talking about. (It's the Hilo way.) We sounded each other out on politics and then all started gleefully Bush-bashing.
Then the conversation took a strange turn:
Me: Eisenhower warned us in the 50's.
Host: Yes. We never should have signed that treaty.
Me: No, what treaty?
Host: Well, the one with the aliens. We could have gotten along without the
Host: We saw them all the time out in the desert, coming and going.
Host: It isn't right to use people for experiments like that!
Hilo is going to have to adapt.