It’s a little disconcerting when you’re eating a late-night bowl of soup with some bread, washing all this down with a nice tall glass of water, and you notice a piece of glass missing from the part of the rim where you’ve been drinking. Is this now in my stomach? People eat strange thing all the time and end up fine, right? Or was it already chipped prior to dinner?
Tomorrow I’m covering the ABC show “Extreme Home Makeover.” It’ll involve an all-day stake-out and lots of guessing. These TV shows sure are secretive.
Photo not taken today: a pair of older women waiting at a bus stop near downtown in the dreary mist. Each had an umbrella; one a green toad with little eye flaps on top, the other a ladybug. I pulled a U-turn right in the middle of the street, parked, and watched them fold up their umbrellas and climb aboard the bus.
I once had a bowl of my dad’s super thick chicken soup/stew break a bowl in half while it was being microwaved. It was a clean, smooth, perfect break — except for one little chip of glass that I couldn’t account for.
The soup was too damned good to throw away, so I pushed the two halves of the bowl back together and transferred the contents to another bowl (yes, it was that thick), and proceeded to eat very, very carefully. And I did indeed find the bit of glass, safely set it to the side, and continued my meal in peace.