Whenever we go to Albertsons, Scott stops just inside the front door to dig in his pockets and look through the treasures in the those vending machines. If he doesn’t have any change I dig it out of my purse and leave him to it. The only reason to go to Albertsons is for the Broccoli Rabe, the plantains and those silly vending machines.
I love this about him. These little rituals. Another one is stopping at the bulletin board by the drug store. We can almost never walk by without him having to stop and read what’s up there. I don’t know what the attraction is for that one. I definitely get the love of reading the free ads in the New Times. Those are priceless. Bookshelf $11, you pick up. Broken table, like new $32 obo. His fascination with the ordinary makes me stop and look and wonder. I’d miss so much of this world without him there.

I made a Broccoli Rabe and Vegan Sausage Torte with a butternut squash and feta cheese salad, mashed potatoes and hoppin johns w/collards to bring in the new year.

The bling in the picture is what my delicious dishwasher won out of the Albertson’s machine.

Ho Ho Ho.
I hurt my back again. A regular annoyance. I’m behind on my New Yorkers so I can lay down and read them and when Em finishes watching her screaming children movie, I’ll lay down and watch something useless and boring because that’s what we pay the big bucks to our cable tv company for.

I’ll also gaze lovingly at my Christmas tree. Yes, I have a Christmas tree inspite of the fact that I DO NOT Heart Christmas. The Dishwasher, bless his enormously sweet chocolate truffle heart, purchased a Christmas tree I said I loved and wanted and had it delivered to our door. It has no leaves only brown branches and it’s small but it holds all of the goofy little ornaments we’ve collected through the years (the wooden zebra we hung above our berth on our boat, the little dog dressed as a hippie) and it fits just right in the window. It’s perfect.

Em is home and being so decent it’s about melting my heart into a giant puddle. She hasn’t looked at her father with contempt once and has even managed to stay in the room with us once or twice. EVEN sat and had dinner with us last night! These are huge gifts I’m ridiculously grateful for. We’re battered and dazed parents reliving the nightmares of our own parents. I have a deep respect for my own Mother these days. Marveling at how she didn’t break under the pressure of raising us. Alone. Of course she’d already been broken in the worst way. Dealing with our shit wasn’t so bad especially since Abuelita had her back.
Is that quiet I hear? Yes it is. The children have stopped screaming. I can go lay down.

Ho Ho Ho.
I hurt my back again. A regular annoyance. I’m behind on my New Yorkers so I can lay down and read them and when Em finishes watching her screaming children movie, I’ll lay down and watch something useless and boring because that’s what we pay the big bucks to our cable tv company for.

I’ll also gaze lovingly at my Christmas tree. Yes, I have a Christmas tree inspite of the fact that I DO NOT Heart Christmas. The Dishwasher, bless his enormously sweet chocolate truffle heart, purchased a Christmas tree I said I loved and wanted and had it delivered to our door. It has no leaves only brown branches and it’s small but it holds all of the goofy little ornaments we’ve collected through the years (the wooden zebra we hung above our berth on our boat, the little dog dressed as a hippie) and it fits just right in the window. It’s perfect.

Em is home and being so decent it’s about melting my heart into a giant puddle. She hasn’t looked at her father with contempt once and has even managed to stay in the room with us once or twice. EVEN sat and had dinner with us last night! These are huge gifts I’m ridiculously grateful for. We’re battered and dazed parents reliving the nightmares of our own parents. I have a deep respect for my own Mother these days. Marveling at how she didn’t break under the pressure of raising us. Alone. Of course she’d already been broken in the worst way. Dealing with our shit wasn’t so bad especially since Abuelita had her back.
Is that quiet I hear? Yes it is. The children have stopped screaming. I can go lay down.

Another necklace. This one made from “scraps”, odds, try-outs. It wears like a suit of armor. It makes me feel strong. Able to lift and carry heavy objects which I normally avoid doing.

It’s wet. It’s been wet for days now. It stopped raining a couple of days ago but the morning fog keeps everything in a constant state of drip. There are only 2 guests in the Inn so Maria and I are wandering around, reading the papers, another car crash kills another young man. The second in as many weeks. Both acquaintances of Maria.

I’m reading my emails. It seems there’s a job opening for a frito lay delivery person and the offer for a larger penis is still open as well as an exclusive gift for me, “party girl”!

That is all.

Another necklace. This one made from “scraps”, odds, try-outs. It wears like a suit of armor. It makes me feel strong. Able to lift and carry heavy objects which I normally avoid doing.

It’s wet. It’s been wet for days now. It stopped raining a couple of days ago but the morning fog keeps everything in a constant state of drip. There are only 2 guests in the Inn so Maria and I are wandering around, reading the papers, another car crash kills another young man. The second in as many weeks. Both acquaintances of Maria.

I’m reading my emails. It seems there’s a job opening for a frito lay delivery person and the offer for a larger penis is still open as well as an exclusive gift for me, “party girl”!

That is all.

The Dining Room is now the office. It’s light and spacious and very organized. Ahhhhhhh.
My little Chinese apothecary cabinet fits just right in the corner.
The refining never ends.

Thank God. What would I want with perfection?

I’ve put down the sweater I started knitting with my fancy yarn to knit a quick scarf using some odds and ends. Nearly instant gratification instead of endless counting of rows and stitches and decreases and increases. It was making me crazy even though I was going at it slowly and in a carefree, who cares how long it takes me sort of way. I think it was giving me someone else’s dreams. I dreamed I was overwhelmed with tasks. The dogs barking like mad at the back door while someone needed help at the front door and me with a dinner to prepare for guests. Nothing like present circumstances. But they can change so drastically from one week to the next.
Say, next week when Em comes home for Winter Break. :O/

The Dining Room is now the office. It’s light and spacious and very organized. Ahhhhhhh.
My little Chinese apothecary cabinet fits just right in the corner.
The refining never ends.

Thank God. What would I want with perfection?

I’ve put down the sweater I started knitting with my fancy yarn to knit a quick scarf using some odds and ends. Nearly instant gratification instead of endless counting of rows and stitches and decreases and increases. It was making me crazy even though I was going at it slowly and in a carefree, who cares how long it takes me sort of way. I think it was giving me someone else’s dreams. I dreamed I was overwhelmed with tasks. The dogs barking like mad at the back door while someone needed help at the front door and me with a dinner to prepare for guests. Nothing like present circumstances. But they can change so drastically from one week to the next.
Say, next week when Em comes home for Winter Break. :O/

what a lovely thanksgiving day we had. salmon cakes, smashed potatoes with carmelized onions, only slightly charred collard greens and plenty of good wine to wash it all down.
just the two of us. it was lovely. one of only two thanksgivings i played “hooky” from the whole affair. the other one was when i was 17 and Marc, my boyfriend’s next door neighbor and i went to a diner in Flushing, NY and had omelettes.

a newish necklace.

what a lovely thanksgiving day we had. salmon cakes, smashed potatoes with carmelized onions, only slightly charred collard greens and plenty of good wine to wash it all down.
just the two of us. it was lovely. one of only two thanksgivings i played “hooky” from the whole affair. the other one was when i was 17 and Marc, my boyfriend’s next door neighbor and i went to a diner in Flushing, NY and had omelettes.

a newish necklace.

Lu is OTR. Again. Life is messy.

I’ve been waking in the night and feeling the bed vibrate. It feels like there’s some machinery under the floor. I can hear it too. I woke the Dishwasher the other night so he could explain it to me but he didn’t feel anything. Sometimes it’s weaker than others so I’m waiting for it to be really huge to wake him again. I feel like William Shatner in that old Twilight Zone where he kept seeing the monster on the wing of the airplane but whenever anyone looked, it wasn’t there.

And that’ s final.

Lu is OTR. Again. Life is messy.

I’ve been waking in the night and feeling the bed vibrate. It feels like there’s some machinery under the floor. I can hear it too. I woke the Dishwasher the other night so he could explain it to me but he didn’t feel anything. Sometimes it’s weaker than others so I’m waiting for it to be really huge to wake him again. I feel like William Shatner in that old Twilight Zone where he kept seeing the monster on the wing of the airplane but whenever anyone looked, it wasn’t there.

And that’ s final.

hmmm

hmmm

The Monk sent some very good photos from Taiwan. This is one of my favorites. Nothing is too horrible to contemplate loading up on these motorcycles.

Chilly mornings and warm days have got me feeling discombobulated. That and having 2/3 home. She leaves a wake of debris wherever she goes, bosses me around mercilessly and makes my stomache ache with worry when she’s out and about.

And now the Dishwasher is sick.

Time to start knitting.

Saturday the local yarn shop, Ball & Skein, had a sale. She didn’t have any of her super fancy hand dyed hand spun $50 and up per hank yarns there, just the ordinary wools, cottons, silks and blends. All half price. It was a feeding frenzy. There were women there with tote bags that said “eat, sleep & knit” and they weren’t kidding. I could tell. They all had giant boxes full of yarn to purchase and the line wound around the room. There I stood with my one little bag behind a woman who casually threw down $950 for her yarn. Enough yarn for years and years of worry.

The Monk sent some very good photos from Taiwan. This is one of my favorites. Nothing is too horrible to contemplate loading up on these motorcycles.

Chilly mornings and warm days have got me feeling discombobulated. That and having 2/3 home. She leaves a wake of debris wherever she goes, bosses me around mercilessly and makes my stomache ache with worry when she’s out and about.

And now the Dishwasher is sick.

Time to start knitting.

Saturday the local yarn shop, Ball & Skein, had a sale. She didn’t have any of her super fancy hand dyed hand spun $50 and up per hank yarns there, just the ordinary wools, cottons, silks and blends. All half price. It was a feeding frenzy. There were women there with tote bags that said “eat, sleep & knit” and they weren’t kidding. I could tell. They all had giant boxes full of yarn to purchase and the line wound around the room. There I stood with my one little bag behind a woman who casually threw down $950 for her yarn. Enough yarn for years and years of worry.