Friday, July 17, 2009

Friday Random


-Sunday night dinner is a "fend for yourself" affair in our house. I take the day of rest very seriously...Last Sunday, this is what my hubby was whipping up for himself for dinner and very kindly made a plate for me, too. Mmmm. Lime chips, chicken, cheese, pineapple salsa. Divine. Also? White plates and a flash aren't the kindest of playmates.

-Add a ninth word to Sammy's reading list: exit.

-Do you know what ISN'T a fun way to start the day? Washing 15 sprigs of fresh oregano, being sure you've got it all and washing the load again only to pull it out of the dryer with dried BURNT sprigs of oregano that have escaped you. Fun. Tally so far of produce washed this summer: spinach, oregano, strawberries. REALLY need to clean out the shopping bags better before tossing into washer.

-Sammy came in yesterday and declared, "I'm a hippie". I've never been so proud...

-We actually remembered we CAN go out on dates last weekend and saw The Proposal. So good; so funny. And a little naked Sandra Bullock for him, a little naked Ryan Reynolds for me. It's so nice that we can share like this...

-Ring of the Week:


I picked this up a week ago at our town's Main Street sidewalk sale. I LOVE it. It's glass and substantial, but not difficult to wear. And what a statement piece!

-Song of the Week:

(pet shop boys, west end girls)

Summer...this is for you!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Roots

I love feeling grounded and settled. I remember in San Diego, aching to own a home and to just be settled already. I was a little worried that I would get the wander lust going being so settled, and in such a small town, but so far that hasn't happened. We've been here just over a year, now. Everyday I feel a little more grounded. A little more like this is home. A little more breathing a sigh that we made it. We did the school and the military and the moving. Now we can just be.

I was thinking last week at how good life is. And, truly, life is really good. I have just the best husband. I have a great kid. I get to stay home and write. We have a comfortable little life and I am thankful every day for it. Do you know those moments when you think...wow! THIS is what joy is! I've been having day after day of them. I'm the happiest and most content I've been; probably ever. As long as I bat away the crazy that says something will happen to upset it all, I'm so good.

I wonder, however, why these times of content are so fleeting. I want to learn to cultivate them in my life, because I honestly believe they CAN be cultivated. I've spent so many years NOT fully happy that I want to recognize the happiness and live it fully as often as possible.

So, today. Happiness for me, right this very minute, is a stable job. A husband that is so very good at what he does, both in providing for our family's temporal needs and my emotional needs as well. A true passion for what I want to do with my life, even on days I'm frustrated with writer's block. A glorious understanding for my beliefs and creeds in life. I feel that now, at 35, I finally get who I want to be.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

A Life of Nights

Driving up the hillside, you are nervous for the talk. You know instinctively how the conversation will go, but a part of you holds out hope. You look out over the lights of this adoptive city and want to be anywhere else. You wonder how someone could love you so much and not want to be with you forever...how letting go of dreams is seemingly easy for him and not for you. Thankfully, the night is kind and doesn't threaten to close in too heavily.


A hushed conversation, poor explanation of the end. You aren't upset, but confused. In love with your best friend? Really? The sun is fading behind the park slide as you stare in his eyes. You feel nothing in particular, as this was no more than a silly fling to divert your attention, but...


Knuckles brushing against each other. You bite the inner corner of your lip in an anticipation that would never be fulfilled. The final fireworks lighting up his face, you walk slowly home, hesitant to end the evening. You wish someone would finally do something and end the doubt. As he leaves to go home, you know your chance has passed.


The night you spent on the floor, listening to music. Future plans whispered, songs sung, a light breeze blowing the curtains across your legs. A call the next morning, revealing that your perfume was still in the carpet and made it difficult to start the day without you. A bright beginning to a rapidly changing relationship. A night that will forever be held as the high point.


You wake up, face blotchy from the night before. Your head is throbbing and your sinuses blocked. You slide out of bed, not really thinking. And then it comes back to you; the reason for the blotchy and throbbing. You spent most of the previous night begging for a second chance, for him to reconsider. The dark misery wasn't a dream, but a new reality.


Lying on a blanket in the middle of the field, arms tangled. Nervous excitement to be together again. Months after the breakup and you are just as sure as you ever were that a future together is the only one that makes sense. The darkness creeps up, the nighttime cool lingers. Talking, kissing, just being are the only things in the world that matter.


Turning the doorknob to the hotel room, you both sigh and visibly relax. After a day of festivities, you are finally together alone. A single night to convey the happiness and contentment you feel. A single night to express that the years leading to this moment were worth it. A single night, away from the world, to be alone before life begins.


One night, after many years, you find your routine interrupted. A new life on the precipice, you both stop to take one final breath full of anxiety and fear and joy and excitement. You look at the life you've built and mourn it's loss while anticipating the future. Hours later, as the next sun is setting, suddenly there is another life entwined with yours. Another being suddenly there who will be shaping your nights to come.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Things...

Tomato close ups:

Our tomato bush; it seems to be growing up and hedge-like rapidly! We have three stakes in there trying to keep it stable and I may need to get a couple of more for it:

The craziest thing about this is that nothing should be growing where this is. I didn't prep the soil, so it's planted in THE WORST possible dirt, on an ant farm. It was a "huh, I wonder if it'll grow" experiment that I planted too early and without any thought. I also ignore it on an almost daily basis. Which means next year, when I'm serious about a garden, this will not happen...

And the most perfect pie I've ever made. The crust melted in your mouth. The berries were the perfect blend of sweet and tart. I LOVE making from scratch pies, but this one was something else...

(cherry raspberry pie with locally grown fruit)