Cloister Commentary, Day 274: Leeks, Parsnips, Cannellini Beans

We took a walk in the morning, which turned out to be somewhat abortive, as the neighbor’s cat enthusiastically joined us for half of it, then–because someone had her dog unleashed–freaked out, so we picked her up and walked back home. At least we got out of the house.

Nicole created a new crockpot dish, a vegetable stew with lots of good stuff including leeks and parsnips, that was fan-damn-tastic! The inspiration was via Betty Crocker, but she improvised, then added some cannellini beans for good measure after we ate to cook in for an hour or so. She also made a low-salt, high-garlic hummus that we pretty much finished off. As Bob Dylan once sang, “I can’t help it / If I’m lucky!”

In the afternoon, we spun a couple great records: the Beasties’ Paul’s Boutique and Clifton Chenier and His Red Hot Louisiana Band. That’s some good sh*t right there.

Evening (Son of Movie Night): Surprisingly strong Ian Dury biopic (Sex & Drugs & Rock and Roll), final, unsurprisingly powerful and moving installment of Small Axe (“Education”)–do yourself a favor and watch that, ok?

Streaming for Strivers:

Man vs. self musical conflict?

Cloister Commentary, Day 246: Lazing

The day was grey, cold, and rainy, so we did what most smart people would: lazed around, listened to music, and read. We occasionally had to shift around so our cats could realize full comfort.

It was also my parents’ 62nd anniversary, my mom’s first without Dad; we’d have liked to have been there with her, but there was a more urgent reason, unfortunately, for us to stay put. We’d also, too, have liked to celebrate the 3rd (seems like it should be the 4th, Rex) anniversary of the convening of our gaggle of friends known as The Flying Saucer Landing Pad Support Group, but, as we’ve learned to say, we may have to Zoom.

We finished binge-watching Netflix’s Ratched, which you may recall Nicole and I were quite enthusiastic about. Alas, the show could not sustain its subversive excellence for an entire run, ending in a messy, not particularly subtle (or particularly intelligent) manner. At least the performances were worthwhile.

Streaming for Strivers:

All my brain and body needs.