Friday, May 25, 2012

Blessed by Foodies

Twice this week I've had dear friends cook for Gus and me. On Sunday, Amanda and Eric had us over, along with Boyd, Ashley, and their son Owen. They whipped up a brunch of waffles with strawberries and homemade whipped cream on top, plus quiche, bacon, and mimosas. Boyd also made this yummy fruit salad. Then last night, Julie and John hosted and cooked a chicken dish topped with this balsamic vinaigrette sauce that had green onions and garlic in it, with veggie pasta on the side and ice cream for dessert. We've been so spoiled lately! I feel lucky to have such thoughtful friends -- and ones who love to cook no less. Thank you all.

Recent Dialogue Exchange (or, "How I know I'm Getting Older")

Here's my recent exchange with a clerk when picking up a six-pack of beer:

Clerk: "I need to see your I.D."

Me (playfully): "I love when people ask to see my I.D. Thanks!"

Clerk: "I didn't say you look under 21. It's just the law to ask."

Me: "Oh."

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


Hi everybody,

I’m settled into my new place in Southeast Portland and just loving it. I’m able to walk to work now, and my driving distance to Gus’s is cut in half. And what a time to move! The days are getting longer and longer, and I get to explore all these new walking routes: new homes/architecture, trees, cracked sidewalks, storefronts, people. There’s something about moving that is both exhilarating and melancholic; it’s truly a yin-yang type of experience. You go through boxes, smile at pictures, toss out some old things, give away other things. You downsize and wax nostalgic simultaneously. Then you go to the store and spend too much money on mops or dish racks or cutlery or whatever.

I haven’t lived alone in about 12 years – whether it’s been a boyfriend, family member, or roommate, I just hadn’t found the right opportunity (and price range) to nestle into my own space. But then a few forces of fate aligned, and suddenly I’m the proud renter of this adorable studio with hardwood floors and big windows and nice neighbors and terrific energy. Gus came over Saturday and we hung up all my pictures, the final touch on settling in. I’d only given myself a week after moving to unpack, clean, and organize – I’m not someone who can sit around and stare at boxes with black marker handwriting that says “Kitchen” or “This-N-That.” (I actually labeled a few boxes “This-N-That,” with numbers after them.) There’s something about silence, about solitude, that lets feelings seep in differently. It’s mostly a beautiful, freeing feeling, but admittedly there’s something a touch scary or sad about being alone in a living space at first; we’re forced to deal with ourselves in a unique fashion. There’s less emotional static getting in the way of our true natures, and our hang-ups, and our lovely and necessary quirks.

My whole family is moving at the same time, by the way. And even if I believed in coincidences, there’s no denying that this means something. What exactly is TBD. My mom is selling her home in Northeast Portland and moving to Southeast; Jordan will rent an apartment or house with a friend once Mom’s house is sold; and my brother Aaron and his girlfriend, Stephenie, recently bought a condo in Brooklyn, NY and are moving this July. Lots of transition! In some cosmic way, our emotional transitions are what’s really at stake, and the physical processes of our moves are just backdrops for our souls’ evolution. That’s how I see it anyway!

Friday, May 11, 2012

Essence of the Day

My friend Karin just sent me this pic, along with this message: "I assume this is you in the morning..." She knows me well.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

One of the cutest and bravest things I've ever seen (*Thanks, Gus)

Quote of the Day (In Honor of May Day)

"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body...." - Walt Whitman