I'm trying to concentrate. Trying to get work done. I've played for a worship service this morning. Cleaned two bathrooms. Now, I'm sitting down to get this post done. Tonight, I'm going to work on my nature essay and read a book for my upcoming book club meeting. Problem is, I can barely keep my eyes open at the moment.
Just drifted for a moment. It's been a long, busy weekend. Late nights. Chorale concert. House cleaning. Tonight, a birthday party for my sister. If I'm still conscious after I get my son to bed, my plan is to sit down and write. Something. Anything.
Sorry, just drifted again. Maybe I should just give in for a little while. Close my eyes and . . . float until dinner.
Today's episode of Classic Saint Marty first aired almost three years ago.
May 23, 2012: A Cousin Rant, Jealousy, Ugly Side
Yesterday at work, someone attached the newspaper clipping below to the refrigerator door:
the gentleman in the center of the picture is my famous cousin, Grant,
who has won some kind of James Beard Award. Again. One of my friends
at work said to me, "The James Beard Award. Isn't that like the Nobel
Prize for chefs?"
I will not, in this post, drag my
famous cousin through the mud. He is famous for a reason. He's a
genius chef. He's a millionaire. He was named one of People
magazine's sexiest men alive. He got mouth cancer. He almost lost his
tongue. He didn't lose his tongue. He survived mouth cancer. He wrote
a memoir about surviving mouth cancer. He just opened up another
restaurant, and it's even more successful than his first restaurant.
And now he's just received another accolade from the James Beard
Foundation. I salute my famous cousin.
Yes, I do have
an ugly side to my personality. I'm a little prone to jealousy. I tend
to make fun of people whom I really envy. I make disparaging remarks
about their successes or looks or personalities. I do everything I can
to shift the spotlight to myself, including being mean, cruel,
vindictive, and, above all, funny. I mean, yeah, Grant has a great
story. The whole mouth cancer thing is worthy of an Oscar-winning film
starring Meryl Streep as my cousin. (Hey, she's already played Julia
Child, for God's sake.) But, c'mon. Another James Beard Award?!
done. I promise. I will not say another word about Grant Achatz. In
this blog. Today. I'm not jealous. I think he deserves all the
success he has achieved. I admire his good looks. They run in the
family. I, myself, will one day receive the "Sexiest Blogger Alive"
award from the crew at Blogger.
Grant Achatz has
nothing on Saint Marty. Except millions of dollars. And international
fame. And bestselling cookbooks. And five-star restaurants. Aside
from that, they're pretty much the same.
Confessions of Saint Marty