ok, so i dreamed last night about being at my grandmother crown's house, with assorted crown cousins, and the ingredients for spinach salad..this is certainly not an actual memory, as my crown relatives were into cole slaw and jello salads(with or without cool-whip)......the action, so to speak, took place at the house my grandmother bought 'in town' after my grandpa died....2 doors down from the church in a community of 3 streets that once was a port on the ohio canal.......i had brought mandarin oranges, which were wrapped in cellophane in my dream.......and the rest of the action darts back and forth between the house in town and the farm, with running from the pond included, though i am not sure who was running........not scw, as he was never at the pond at the farm......scw does run well in videos, i must confess.........i do not think that the salad ever gets made, because the people bringing ingredients never stay long enough for completion of the task......


the new yorker came yesterday.....i enjoyed the short story immensely....about a family of five that caters for a living in the upstate mountains of ny.........sound like anyone we know.....family of five that caters......the youngest child, trying to help, pours cherry juice over 200 swordfish steaks as the father is preparing food for a wedding reception.....and things start to get crazy after that.......as a caterer i would have been mortified if that happened to me.......i also enjoyed the piece about perfumes on the very last page.......and the piece about the woman who writes about fashion for the international herald tribune.......