date: 07.31.2003
entitled: "herbivore vs. carnivore"

so joe leaves for michigan tomorrow morning, for a 7-day, fun-packed, whirlwind visit with family and friends. as for me? i'm going to mope around the apartment with phoebe. no, i'm kidding. well, maybe i'll mope a little bit, but i'm trying to look at this as an opportunity to socialize a bit, do some painting, watch some light-hearted movies, and pamper myself. not that i haven't been pampering myself more anyway, with all this unemployment schtuff happening, but i'm looking at this as a vacation from unemployment. afterall, i won't see joe come home from work every night, all tuckered out, which would remind me that he is doing something i should be doing.

tonight, for his going-away dinner, we are having one of his favorites: cheesy weenies (made with morningstar veggiedogs) and tater tots. upon reminding him that we need a VEGETABLE with that greasy meal, he requested 'frozen vegetable medley'. and there you have it - one entire dinner, direct from the grocer's freezer. talk about propagating 'american cuisine'.

on the way back from the grocery store mere moments ago, i encountered quite an unexpected and ghastly sight. i looked up from the sidewalk to witness two men rolling a grocery cart filled with lamb (or sheep?) carcasses away from a van, across the sidewalk, and into a tiny grocery store i didn't even know existed (even though i walk past it all the time). first of all, for a vegetarian, that sight is enough to induce severe, violent, projectile vomiting. i looked away and held my breathe so as not to cause such a scene. and secondly, this was no ordinary pieces-of-random-carcass-hanging-in-a-butcher's-window. no. these were WHOLE lambs. picture, if you will, a good sized lamb (or sheep?), about the size of your everyday, friendly labrador retriever, with extreme rigor mortis, completely skinned, tendons and ligaments and muscles and stomach exposed, lying upside down in a grocery cart, legs sticking straight up into the air. it reminded me, for a second, of my mom's 'anatomy and physiology' book from nursing school, which had the clear, overlayed pages depicting the different body systems. then i wondered why these people weren't using the BACK door, you know, the one usually used for deliveries? it struck me that, perhaps, it was a sort of advertisement for their store, 'lookee here, we've got dead carcasses!', after which all the greek people would come running, salivating, and waving money in the air. afterall, we do live in a greek neighborhood, and people here love thier meat. i guess i shouldn't have been so surprised to see such a sight.

song stuck in my head:
some crappy celine dione song i heard in the grocery store

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