If you are going to put onions on the salad, you need to give them a bath in saltwater, as long as you have time for, then rinse & spin dry.
That is what I was gauging when I got the news from Fox that he sunburned himself, like a lobster, incredibly, sickeningly, & wanted to see if I had any witch magic, which I did, naturally.
Bad burn -- he had texted me those words but when he showed up, his torso the color of something forgotten on the grill from his clavicles down across the whole ventral landscape, back around & up all the way to his hairline at the nape of his neck, it turned my stomach a little. The kids instantly switched on their Little Mommy scripts, talking abut hydration, getting glasses of water, offering cold packs. I am not kidding & seriously, ahahaha. You can work on yr roof without yr shirt on, but thank God he left on his pants.
I thought about using Redmond clay, but I would have had to mix it up & how thickly to apply & I have never used it on a burn & did I want Fox drying as I went and leaving little flecks of dried mud all over my pretty house as they cracked off? (Answer: no.) We are newly in-receipt of a brand-new big jar of Spring Wind Burn Crème. I well know how to use that on a sunburn. It is why we have a brand-new jar -- because people, not me, keep needing it. It had taken us more than five years to use the last half-full small jar I was given by my acupuncturist, so I'd thought that by buying the large-sized jar last month we would have it for eternity, but God knows, so here we were to be neighborly, if a bit more nursely than most neighbors, but not at all so healer-y as Jesus.
Anyway, I got all that spread across his dorsal surface to be primly + Nurse Ratchedy, doling out dabs for him to spread himself on a grid I was directing across his front. Once-pronounced evenly-salved. he stayed for dinner where we pushed fluids on him & fed him a huge green salad. I texted to follow up this morning & he reports how he is just wiped-out, which is no surprise to me. I mean, he looked like he had escaped a funeral pyre, like the girl in Jitterbug Perfume! But bedrest is something hardly anyone respects, unless they are zonked, which he is, and I encouraged him to stay down, but now I've done all I can, he has been discharged from our facility, ahahaha. I am the best non-credentialed nurse around!
Today, it seems Fifille needs a new dance bag, which WTF didn't she say anything before this weekend before school starts? She has been going to a studio all this time this summer! All the days we spent on the island of Manhattan, with all of its professional porters & all its shopping, & she didn't mention?! Come on!
The dance bag is a chimerical thing -- the infrastructure of a tackle box, the lining of a mink stroller, the zippers of a moto jacket, the handles of a Coach satchel, the organization of a wedding planner, the ventilation of the board short -- and it is fucking elusive! Because we can't just go to the Capezio store and get a "dance bag" because because because here is what I am here to tell you -- those cute dance bags are the provenance of a pampered princess who has a valet of a mother following behind her with a rolling suitcase, or a girl who gets to & from class in her mama's SUV, wearing her leo & tights both ways. Those bags aren't even big enough to hold Fille's après-ballet snack.
Then the other thng -- and this is always a thing, but it's a thing every time: she likes nice things & who can blame her, I sure don't, but she loves utility equally. (Uh-oh.) So, I'm sure Lulu makes some gorgeous-on-the-outside thing that isn't technically up to specs so it's e-z to skip and Adidas maybe makes something not-too-too-baller/racquety that she can make do with, but some Jansport/Lands' End/Vera Bradley thing one compartment with zippery outside pockets or a Marmot bag with a Transformer's backpack edge (!), forget it.
It only occurs to me right now that I can find out what she is carrying these last three years & look online for a straight replacement. Hey, thanks for talking that out with me, blog! xoxoxox