My eye continues to heal up from surgery (see my previous post on this). But I’m still not ready to dive into lengthy posts. For starters, my double vision keeps convincing me that everything I write is twice as long as I intend it to be. Therefore, until my cornea, iris, and so on begin to behave, I’ll just recount this quick surreal conversation for you:
A few days ago, my wife and I are were shopping for something to bring to our friends’ house. They were having us over for dinner, and I thought the most logical thing was to show up with a bottle of wine.
I grabbed a Malbec that looked good, but my wife said that our friends liked only white wine. Now I prefer red, but I’m willing to roll with this. Still, I couldn’t resist the obvious joke.
“Why just white? Are they racist?”
“Yes,” my wife said. “And they eat only white rice and white bread and vanilla ice cream.”
“But that’s not your taste,” I said.
“No,” my wife said. “I like brown rice and wheat bread and coffee ice cream.”
She was lying about the last item, but I appreciated the effort. In any case, I think it’s obvious why she wound up with me.