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March 24, 2007
Pillsbury Doughboy
About a week ago, I finally felt that I had shaken a flu bug. It had lingered around, nagging at me, but not really settling in and debilitating me the way flu normally does. I practiced yoga all but one day through the whole thing.
I woke Thursday morning with a nasty tickle in the back of my throat. I know this tickle. The precursor of a wicked cold. I started popping Cold FX (a ginseng derivative) and doubled up on my daily EmergenC intake. By Thursday night, we were halfway through the New York City's production of "La donne del lago" when I had finished my first pocketful of Ricola.
I woke Friday morning with a full-on cold.
I missed yoga Friday and today. OMG, I miss it. Chis came back from yoga this bright Saturday morning and announced that it was one of those classes where the teacher cooked everyone, and he left thinking he might never go back. Apparently, it was a good day to be sick.
I announced that I had to get out. I was sick of being sick, and needed to feel human again. We decided to go for a walk. The plan was simple. Up to 25th Street, drop into a few galleries, then carry on to the Hudson River trail. Down the river to 15th Street, then over to Chelsea Market for some Fat Witch Brownies, a tuna steak, and some fresh veggies. Then to our favourite flower stand and home for some tea.
On our journey, and I can't remember exactly where, because we would have gone back to take a photo, there was a pile of garbage outside a building. A typical New York scene. In the pile of garbage was a clear plastic bag with a large white stuffed toy. Face down, we could tell it was the Pillsbury Dough Boy. It was the white baker's hat that gave him away. The typical New York scene had become a long discussion about how the Doughboy wound up in a plastic bag on the curb. Organized crime? Failing to heed the warnings about the high fat content in those Crescent Rolls? Had he been done-in by a spatula?
We had a swell laugh.
You can create your very own Dancing Doughboy.
Posted by dave at March 24, 2007 06:48 PM