NEEDLING

Was laying on the couch watching a movie. First, I prepared myself some diner. Some fish, of which I’ve forgotten the name, I bought at the Korean market. I rolled it around in wheat flour, like it said on the instructions, and pan-fried it for less than ten minutes. To go along with that, I had some rice all ready done – all I have is basmati rice, I know that’s not good enough for Korean food, but that’s all I got in my pantry – and I steamed myself some garlic and some Brussels sprouts. I committed another crime when, to make my basmati rice a little stickier, I added some olive oil, and mixed in the sprouts and the garlic. Still, it was too loose, and I couldn’t use my fried seaweed paper to make tiny little rolls. I ate the seaweed by itself as a digestive.

It was all excellent. Brutus loved it even. He sat by me the whole time asking for some. He licked the rice the minute it hit the floor, and finally I gave him a piece of fried fish thinking that would calm him down a bit, that he’d eat it and go lay down and snore a little bit somewhere else... not at all. He loved it and if I ignored him for more than two minutes, he’d scratch my forearm with his paw. Gently so as not to hurt me, but persistently enough so that I wouldn’t misunderstand his demand. I gave him a couple more pieces of fish. He loved it. Then, when I was through, I made sure there was no fish bones on the plate and gave it to him. He licked it for several minutes.

The movie: Elling. The best thing I’ve seen since I’ve moved back to Texas. And last night I was watching Last Tango in Paris, through which I fell asleep. Both me and Brutus were snoring laying on the couch. On the other hand, Brutus was the only one sleeping during Elling.