Everyday Lifer in the Big City (Part 2).

After a long day of intellectualism* in the garden**, my friends and I retired to an apartment, where we nourished our bodies with wheatgrass pellets and purified water.



We then engaged in a pastime that was all the rage just then (2012): gazing into devices for hours.




Except me. The whole thing mostly just confused me, actually. But I'm not from the big city.



*drinking
**beer garden

D: The Most Beautiful Vitamin?

Not long ago, your grandmother Laurie (who is a doctor, of course), recommended that I start taking some vitamin D supplements. That's the latest craze in health right now, kids, which will probably sound quaint and old-timey when you read this, but what can I do.

Naturally, I have taken her advice. And isn't D a beautiful specimen? Doesn't it look like liquid gold?
Wait a moment... is that liquid gold spread out over the menu for New Kahala, the Chinese food restaurant?

And is that your mother, ordering herself dinner at (gasp!) 4:03 in the afternoon?!



Yes, children. I regret to say that everything you deduced from these photographs is true. You see, your father was in Tulsa this weekend and come Friday, I didn't care what I did anymore. Which led to me admiring my supplements and ordering greasy takeout food at a time when most people are still reasonably full from lunch (except the dignified English, who are taking their tea).


But ask me this: Do I have any regrets? No. I have no regrets.

(Note: You may be thinking that eating greasy Chinese takeout "cancels out" taking vitamins of any kind. Finely observed, children. I see I have trained you well.)