…salted lithium.

I’ve been trying to come up with something to write about my dinner with my parents last Saturday, but the only thing I can come up with is it was normal. It went normal anyway. It felt normal. Even though it was the first time since I moved out twenty years ago that they’ve come over for a meal, I wasn’t expecting anything dramatic or uncomfortable.

When they knocked on the door I got a little apprehensive, but once they walked in I calmed back down. I know they were nervous… obviously, since they had no idea what to expect. In their minds I’m sure the worst case scenario involved an open fire, some sticks and having to skin their own steak. Mom called in the afternoon to ask if they should bring a baguette… I told her if they wanted bread they should bring some because they’d be lucky if the chicken was cooked. So when they walked in the door they had a box of food with them.

The only other time I was nervous was when I was cleaning the apartment, because the only thing I did during the week to prepare was to set up an Ikea bookcase I bought a few months ago on Friday night, and buy the food on Friday afternoon.

So on Saturday morning, after playing GTA IV for ninety minutes, I swept and washed the floors, washed the dishes, organized and dusted my three bookcases, cleaned out my recycling corner, vacuumed my rugs, hung some photos, hosed down my bathroom, cleaned the stove and put a doily on my PlayStation… basically nine hours of work in seven hours of time.

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