Something you don't get to say every day: "I am glad to hear you have a parasite." My friend Kim's son is out of the hospital and well on the way to recovery from his heart trouble. On the grand scale of things, it's definitely worse to find your engine has failed than that your access to it has been cut by hijackers.
(P.S. I thought for a long time that the lojack was named after a person who had invented it.)
I am in the middle of making the much-discussed mulberry galette, and it smells wonderful although I am sure the crust will be tough as hell (because I live in Texas and you try making a butter crust in Texas in May; I have seen people cry, and my mom, who is an excellent baker, expects it to fail more than half the time). As I was milling four cups of mulberries by hand, since I don't own a mechanical mill, I started thinking about "The Little Red Hen," and it occurred to me belatedly that although the message I thought I was taking from it as a child was "get off your ass and help out if you want some of the bread" (which is a resounding message to someone who likes fresh bread, and therefore I think to everyone), the message I in fact internalized was "if nobody will help you do a difficult thing, fucking do it anyway," which has put me in good stead.
I have also internalized "and if you want to be vindictive about that later, go for it," but have thus far lacked the opportunity to put it into effect.*
*I do believe in sharing, and disagree with the Ronald Reagan version of the story, viz socialism is wrong. This is explicitly about calling out people who refused to help you when asked, not about cutting out people who did not have the opportunity to help you or themselves. Big damn difference. Note that the Red Hen owns a field and tools, which implies a certain amount of societal help. This is also not to imply that I did not have help with the galette, which I did amply from concept through execution.
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