English 108 Cancelled, Happy Happy Joy Joy

Sometimes, life is like a bowl of cherries.

Or, sometimes, self likes herself very much.

And today is one of those times. As, instead of running around stressing over lesson plans, self is at home, reading New York Times Sunday Magazine article about pets, article written by one Frederick Kaufman, who is identified in contributor’s note as the author of a forthcoming book called A Short History of the American Stomach.

On browsing article, self comes across the following nuggets of information:

    For all the apparent variety — store shelves stocked with everything from Alpo to ZiwiPeak — pet food is a business of behemoths and bottom lines, with sales approaching $15 billion last year.
    The specialization of the pet food industry may reflect not just our desire to keep our pets healthy, but our continuing urge to shape them in our own image.
    Dogs and cats are living longer and growing fatter and more dyspeptic, and, like their owners, they have to watch the calories.

(Perusing what self has written so far, self encounters two problems: She does not know the meaning of the word “dyspeptic” and wonders if it similar in meaning to the word “apopleptic.” And she doesn’t know whether “Cancelled” is spelled with two l’s or one. But, once again, I digress)

Last night, self and hubby had dinner with old friend Sandy, who self befriended way back in the mists of time, when son was in kindergarten and just starting at parochial school St. Raymond’s, in Menlo Park. Granted, hubby only came along because he was expecting someone else to be there, someone who has gotten quite a hold of hubby’s imagination, but this personage did not show. So he was stuck all evening with self and Sandy and had to content himself with drinking beer and riesling.

Anyhoo, Sandy has very interesting neighbors, and self happened to ask who lived in the cute little cottage two doors down, that had a sign saying “Welcome to China” or something like that over the front door. And Sandy frowned and said she didn’t know that she had any neighbors from China. And self insisted that she had seen a sign, and finally Sandy exclaimed, “Oh, I know what you mean! The sign says: Welcome to the Chinchillas! They raise chinchillas!”

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