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two-dimensional dissecting tray
Monday, October 15 2001
This evening Gretchen and Trudy, Gretchen's visiting Oberlin classmate friend from Ann Arbor, cooked a multi-course meal. I didn't discover its multi-course nature until I was seated at the dinner table being lightly chided for ignoring proper restaurant protocol. The first course was some sort of potato and tomato concoction that made me feel a notch healthier with each spoonful. The main course was a pan of polenta topped with sauteed mushrooms.
My shining conversational moment at the table came when I explained a temporary sore neck the cats and dogs had given me last night. They'd nestled into the indentations in my sleeping form, one beside my head, another between my legs, pinning me like a two-dimensional frog in a two-dimensional dissecting tray. Out of a desire not to disturb the little beasts' slumber, I'd remained in the same position for hours, even while I slept. When I finally got up the nerve to roll over, my neck felt like it had suffered a permanent injury. Happily, though, I was fine by the time I took Sally for a walk this morning.
Trudy works for Borders Books' magazine division, interviewing famous authors and writing articles about them. Unfortunately, I never got to hear any tales from her workaday world.
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