Personal Driver picked me up and it was off to Max’s for brunch. I was getting stir crazy staying in my apartment and just getting out and resuming a normal life seemed like a blessed event. For brunch it was the Joe’s Special, therefore I ate vegetables, – spinach and mushrooms with ground turkey and, of course, eggs. It was absolutely delicious but it was impossible to finish it and therefore a box was summoned to take home the leftovers. Oh, by the way I began with a glass of champagne to celebrate my fantastic recovery. The following conversation with my waiter took place.
MeL These are my plans for the future. Once a week I shall make refrigerator soup, taking all of the leftovers and making a soup – it shall be most yummy.
He: I love soup.
Me: Me too, soup and men.
He: You could combine them and have an adult Hansel and Gretel meal.
Me: I am laughing so hard and this is going on my blog
So in case any of you do not know, this is the skinny on Hansel and Gretel, straight from Wikipedia to you.
“Hansel and Gretel” (/ˈhænsəl, ˈhɛn- … ˈɡrɛtəl/; also known as “Hansel and Grettel”, “Hansel and Grethel”, or “Little Brother and Little Sister”; German: Hänsel und Gret(h)el[a] [ˈhɛnzl̩ ʔʊnt ˈɡʁeːtl̩]) is a well-known German fairy tale recorded by the Brothers Grimm and published in 1812. Hansel and Gretel are a young brother and sister kidnapped by a cannibalistic witch living in a forest in a house constructed of cake, confectionery, candy, and many more treats. The two children escape with their lives by outwitting her. The tale has been adapted to various media, most notably the opera Hänsel und Gretel (1893) by Engelbert Humperdinck.
Now is that not the funniest interchange of ideas that you have ever heard? Yeah, and I made it happen and I do several times in every day. I do bring joy to people’s lives and they say,(as Melanie did last night).
She: You made my day.! It is the end of my shift and I am soon to go home. You just brightened. my life.
Me: Thanks! It is sort of a gift I have. I enjoy it as much as others do. I sort of make people funny, even when they are not funny with other people. It is rather weird.
This Is what Melanie and I were laughing about. As If life is not difficult enough as it is – then I get an ant invasion. Hundreds of the little guys are crawling all over, even up on the ceiling. They have made their appearance before – I live in a full service apartment so there is someone to complain to – and I do. But back they come. So I call Blueground and end up talking to Melanie in New York. But rather than being a grouch and complaining, I just laugh at how stupid it is.
Me: I mean it is hardly an emergency. I doubt that the ants are going to take over.Or form an army and carry me out of here.
She: You never know!
Me: But they are little guys, tiny. It would take trillions of them to make the necessary arrangements.
She: Just in case I had best get on this!
Me: OK, you are right and one cannot be too careful. It would be a strange way to die and I have just had knee surgery.
She: Oh my goodness, not with the knee surgery.
Nicely Nepalese, the outstanding care giver was around and was sent to get RAID and we took pictures and sprayed. I can only see one or two now but apparently the exterminators are coming and they will be history – those ants. I did of course email CPI about the situation.
She: Rather have ants or mice?
Me: Very good point. I want ants, your mice were so problematic and came at Christmas time as I recall. And you do not have slaves to call and come and exterminate. Give me full service apartments over ‘independent living’ in your own home.
There was a discussion of other serious matters including the play Eques and some observations about the children’s book called Paper Bag Princess.
She: I always thought the Prince in Paper Bag Princess was insipid.
Me: I totally agree! He wanted her to get all dressed up and be traditional. Who wants that? It is actually more a Chinese trait, those Emperors and those silly bound feet.
CPI was most funny but took a serious and cautionary stance reminding me that I should be more careful.
She: It seems to me you promised someone not to blog about certain matters. It was a wise promise, oh Dragon Slayer.
Me: Thanks for reminding me. It was a wise promise and I am beginning to stray, to go back on my word. I shall stop.
See everyone, I can listen. It is not my job to be a Dragon Slayer – particularly when it is simply not my problem.
Today the word of the day shall be insipid. It doth describe the Prince: Unimaginative, uninspired, uninspiring, characterless, flat, bland, vapid, uninteresting, unexciting, lacklustre, lustreless, dull, prosaic, boring, monotonous, tedious, wearisome, dry, dry as dust, jejune, humdrum, run-of-the-mill, commonplace, pedestrian, trite, banal, tired, hackneyed, stale, lame, tame, poor, inadequate, half-hearted, bloodless, sterile, anaemic, barren; informal hacky; British informal common or garden
That poor prince and others with a great deal of power. They can become so wearisome, lustreless, dull, vapid and trite. It is off with their heads. So there! So there! So there!
Brace yourself one and all. I, on an impulse, wrote and ask Chris for my statistics. Here they are. Oh my gosh, oh my golly. 
I sent back an immediate email:
Me: SHIT
He: Yeah!
Me: Who cares if they do not like my language – who needs them anyway, I have enough readers. So there! So there! So there!
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