Treasure Trove

After the last few days of doing hard physical labor, my joints -- and especially my feet -- are very sore. Certainly I have other things I could (and should) be doing, but instead I'm relaxing with my feet up. Saturday television is not very good, so I went digging around in the On Demand section and found a group of gems: at least six episodes of Catfish I hadn't seen. This show, along with Intervention and Return to Amish are my weirdly guilty pleasures. I am often tempted to delete them from my Recently Viewed queue in the same way I would want to delete hardcore porn (which I don't watch, by the way). I'm not exactly sure why watching these shows is kind of embarrassing, but I'm not making any excuses -- and I never have actually have deleted them from the viewing bar.

What's interesting about the episode that just started is that it takes place in McConnellsburg, Pennsylvania, a place I know quite well. It's a beautiful tiny town, nestled in a glen; as you enter, you wind around a mountain road and can view the town in a sort of circle beneath the road. It's hard to explain, but lovely. A close friend of my lived there for several years and still lives nearby, so I used to go through McConnellsburg at least a few times a year over a period of ten to fifteen years.

In addition to avoiding my work and watching TV, I'm making good use of my limited kitchen space and equipment today. I made crockpot teriyaki chicken with carrots, served over rice. I ate a lot of chicken. The weather has been weird all day; for a while, it was raining sideways, sometimes a precursor to a tornado. We must be getting outer bands of Gaston (I think that's what they're calling the latest storm) and he might cause us some problems. Pardon my brevity. I am going back to doing as little as possible.