In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
At Vafa's party, i got compliments on how i was dressed, which never happens, so I was confused – some combination of wearing suit pants, I guess, people assumed I was trying and they should say something, and a dress shirt, decently fitting blue sweater, and G's corduroy jacket.
My hair looked as good as it has long but it still could use, uh, styling or something.
Folks also liked my home-made hummus (with walnuts, sunflower seeds, horseradish mustard, lemon juice, salt and garlic as well as, you know, chickpeas) and hot salsa (with sun-dried tomatoes, cilantro, jalepeño peppers, habenero peppers, some other kind of largish somewhat hot pepper, green peppers, some black beans and black olives, yellow squash, and fresh tomatoes put in the processor last so they weren't completely pureed).
On the other hand it is confirmed that I cannot sing nor play drums in the rock band video game. Trying the guitar would just be a cruel joke.
Most everyone I care about is doing well and involved in interesting, if not downright exciting, things.
We have gorgeous snow on the ground and the sun is bright.
And I see Manda on Saturday. At a photo shoot!