Gimlets and Goop

This is Caleb, aged 6, building a city out of cans and half-lemons. Today he baked a cake without a recipe, and it actually became cake, pale chocolate and coconut and chocolate chips, a bit goopy but basically edible. I could never do that.

My stomach and chest and back hurt, possibly from jogging this morning, possibly from sleeping on the hide-a-bed at the hospital. It has been brilliantly warm outside - people are swimming in the lakes already - and being post-call today I am euphoric, restless, anxious and tired all at once.

As for drinks, I have made, in the past twelve days, a Gimlet (very easy - gin, lime cordial, and water), an Arthur Tompkins (gin, Grand Marnier, and lemon juice), a Spiced Raspberry Daiquiri (not worth mentioning, really - Captain Morgan's spiced rum with raspberry goop and some other liquids), and today, a Cuban Sidecar (easy, drinkable, rum and triple sec and lime juice shaken up and decanted into a martini glass - I could do that again, but will I?). I will definitely drink Gimlets in the future, and forget about the other two.

Speaking of goop, Gwyneth Paltrow's website's quite nice, makes a person want her life, the restaurants, spas, Chris Martin and all. She's 37, only a year older than me. Reese Witherspoon and Kate Winslet are about my age as well, which comforts me somewhat - as I age, so will they, and I can observe them. Kate Moss, too. The Kates, particularly, I love.

We'll be in Winnipeg this weekend, and may see Shrek 3 in 3D, or Iron Man 2, definitely not anything aimed at adults, but such is my life, and I must be thankful for it.

I am thankful.

I have too much, I don't appreciate it all, I am afraid.

We bought the Cadillac of fridges last weekend, and I can't wait to have it delivered, have it glowing there on the new hardwood floors, to open its smooth steel doors, its LED lights welcoming me home.