This will probably be the last blog post for a while.
In preparation of really sitting down and writing for a month [providing my follow through is the best it ever has been. agh.], I've been trying to squeeze in a bunch this week.
This evening I finally sliced up the 300 pound zucchini we've had sitting on our table for forever, donned an apron and made 6 loaves of bread with it.
Surprise, there is enough zucchini left to still feed a small country.
I told Taylor to maybe plant a few less next year.
Just a few.
I also turned some sweaters into these infinity scarves I saw online a few days ago. Sew some sweater sleeves together...boom. Infinity scarf. That was delightfully easy for my brain. At times I ponder at great length over sewing instructions, so fortunately this was a breeze.
Note: I just spelled breeze "brease."
Past my bedtime.
Last night I started making this delightful fish dish that turned freaking fantastic.
Initially though, Sheffield, that loathsome creature, decided to hop on the table and eat four pieces of the fish while I was out of the room for literally 90 seconds.
Or less.
Needless to say I was quite angry.
However, it all turned out just dandy, if an hour later than expected so we could defrost more fish.
Early this week one of our favorite customers passed away. He'd been sick for a while, although initially it had come out of nowhere.
He used to read his epic poems at open mic night. He had large, wise eyes and a white mustache, always the friendliest and kindest man, moving tables at the end of the night for us.
After we found out, we drank a cup of Moroccan mint tea with lots of honey for him.
This weekend I'll be celebrating Lauren being off chemo [huzzah!!], helping host a Breast Cancer Fundraiser and attending a wedding.
I might sleep a little somewhere.
This morning I had a chocolate chip cookie for breakfast.
Oh.
It was good.
10.27.2011
10.20.2011
one hundred. ninety nine.
So. Hit a deer a few days ago.
I'm driving and I see one on my right
So I slow down and keep an eye on him
and don't even see his buddy leap in front of my car from the left.
[in all reality, this might be a case of the deer hitting me.]
I thought my car was trashed because it was 3:45 in the morning on my way to work and everything looked grim and terrible, but it was able to get fixed. The hood is still in terrible shape.
My Dad told me at least now I won't be picking up guys in that car.
Drat.
I spent so much time doing that before, it's going to completely alter my life.
I told that to the cook next door and he confirmed.
"You see a girl in a car like that, you stay away. She's crazy, hitting things like that."
Thanks Fernando.
Not the first time he's called me crazy.
He told me that if it had been on the side that would have been cool. Cool girls race their friends and hit the curb, causing minimal damage.
Crazy girls ram a deer head on and keep driving that car, busted hood and all.
Good to know where I land on the cool vs. crazy scale. Totally bonkers.
Been playing through my "Ukulele For Dummies" book. Great fun.
I also just finished knitting the best hat ever.
Me.
Knitting a hat.
It's like I just finished climbing a mountain. I am victorious.
Speaking of climbing, I also just booked a weekend trip in the Ozarks next April with the lovely engaged couple and Tai. Bopping around, camping, climbing.
And I signed up for NANOWRIMO i.e. national novel writing month. November will be interesting, that's for sure. You will probably never hear from me. I don't know if anyone will ever hear from me.
So many things that I'm doing.
Often I end up feeling like I'm not doing enough.
There is so much more that I'd like to reach out my fingers and hold on to.
I'm driving and I see one on my right
So I slow down and keep an eye on him
and don't even see his buddy leap in front of my car from the left.
[in all reality, this might be a case of the deer hitting me.]
I thought my car was trashed because it was 3:45 in the morning on my way to work and everything looked grim and terrible, but it was able to get fixed. The hood is still in terrible shape.
My Dad told me at least now I won't be picking up guys in that car.
Drat.
I spent so much time doing that before, it's going to completely alter my life.
I told that to the cook next door and he confirmed.
"You see a girl in a car like that, you stay away. She's crazy, hitting things like that."
Thanks Fernando.
Not the first time he's called me crazy.
He told me that if it had been on the side that would have been cool. Cool girls race their friends and hit the curb, causing minimal damage.
Crazy girls ram a deer head on and keep driving that car, busted hood and all.
Good to know where I land on the cool vs. crazy scale. Totally bonkers.
Been playing through my "Ukulele For Dummies" book. Great fun.
I also just finished knitting the best hat ever.
Me.
Knitting a hat.
It's like I just finished climbing a mountain. I am victorious.
Speaking of climbing, I also just booked a weekend trip in the Ozarks next April with the lovely engaged couple and Tai. Bopping around, camping, climbing.
And I signed up for NANOWRIMO i.e. national novel writing month. November will be interesting, that's for sure. You will probably never hear from me. I don't know if anyone will ever hear from me.
So many things that I'm doing.
Often I end up feeling like I'm not doing enough.
There is so much more that I'd like to reach out my fingers and hold on to.
10.14.2011
one hundred. ninety eight.
Lately I've been thinking about the things we lose when we gain convenience.
I don't think my fascination with things old are just because i like old things, i think we have a longing for things that are lost when words that define what we are looking for are:
streamlined or
efficient or
consistent or
convenient.
you know?
Yesterday Nors and I saw Ben Rector.
Absolute genius.
That's a talented man in a bow tie.
Such fun times in the city, getting a bit lost and arriving a bit late.
On the way home, to make up for it, we played the game of never stopping for a red light.
Not to say we blazed through the red lights.
But when we came upon one we'd creep as slowly as possible to avoid stopping the car but still staying roughly behind the line.
Hilarious at 1 in the morning.
This morning we woke up and lazed about before making a massive dutch apple pancake and devouring nearly all 4 servings of it.
The puppies are asleep, snoring and snuffling.
About to head out to the creperie to meet up with Pappy.
It's been a completely unproductive day.
Most lovely.
Anyone up for climbing around the Ozarks with me?
I don't think my fascination with things old are just because i like old things, i think we have a longing for things that are lost when words that define what we are looking for are:
streamlined or
efficient or
consistent or
convenient.
you know?
Yesterday Nors and I saw Ben Rector.
Absolute genius.
That's a talented man in a bow tie.
Such fun times in the city, getting a bit lost and arriving a bit late.
On the way home, to make up for it, we played the game of never stopping for a red light.
Not to say we blazed through the red lights.
But when we came upon one we'd creep as slowly as possible to avoid stopping the car but still staying roughly behind the line.
Hilarious at 1 in the morning.
This morning we woke up and lazed about before making a massive dutch apple pancake and devouring nearly all 4 servings of it.
The puppies are asleep, snoring and snuffling.
About to head out to the creperie to meet up with Pappy.
It's been a completely unproductive day.
Most lovely.
Anyone up for climbing around the Ozarks with me?
10.10.2011
one hundred. ninety seven.
Randomly stumbled across this photo today:
No, I did not spend the next several minutes searching images of Michael Caine.
No, I don't have a mini-crush.
Not at all.
10.09.2011
one hundred. ninety six.
If you've read this blog for any time at all, really, you'll know that I talk about simplicity, long for simplicity, try and live simply to a certain extent.
I read this quote recently by Shane Claiborne and it made me think about the motivation behind my desire:
"When we talk of materialism and simplicity, we must always begin with the love for God and neighbor, otherwise we're operating out of little more than legalistic, guilt-ridden self-righteousness. Our simplicity is not an ascetic denunciation of material things to attain personal piety, for if we sell all that we have and give it to the poor, but have not love, it is meaningless (1 Cor. 13:3). And there are many progressive liberals who have taught me that we can live lives of disciplined simplicity and still be distant from the poor. We can eat organic, have a common pool of money, and still be enslaved to Mammon. Rather than being bound up by how much stuff we need to buy, we can get enslaved to how simply we must live.
Simplicity is meaningful only inasmuch as it is grounded in love, authentic relationships, and interdependence."
Sometimes I think I enjoy simplicity only for the sake of simplicity, for the sake of something more "peaceful" instead of looking at it through the eyes of scripture, beginning it with my love for God and neighbor.
On a final note, I enjoyed this today from Oswald Chambers:
"The Redemption of Christ is not an experience, it is the great act of God which He has performed through Christ, and I have to build my faith upon it. If I construct my faith on my experience, I produce that most unscriptural type, an isolated life, my eyes fixed on my own whiteness. Beware the piety that has no pre-supposition in the Atonement of the Lord."
I read this quote recently by Shane Claiborne and it made me think about the motivation behind my desire:
"When we talk of materialism and simplicity, we must always begin with the love for God and neighbor, otherwise we're operating out of little more than legalistic, guilt-ridden self-righteousness. Our simplicity is not an ascetic denunciation of material things to attain personal piety, for if we sell all that we have and give it to the poor, but have not love, it is meaningless (1 Cor. 13:3). And there are many progressive liberals who have taught me that we can live lives of disciplined simplicity and still be distant from the poor. We can eat organic, have a common pool of money, and still be enslaved to Mammon. Rather than being bound up by how much stuff we need to buy, we can get enslaved to how simply we must live.
Simplicity is meaningful only inasmuch as it is grounded in love, authentic relationships, and interdependence."
Sometimes I think I enjoy simplicity only for the sake of simplicity, for the sake of something more "peaceful" instead of looking at it through the eyes of scripture, beginning it with my love for God and neighbor.
On a final note, I enjoyed this today from Oswald Chambers:
"The Redemption of Christ is not an experience, it is the great act of God which He has performed through Christ, and I have to build my faith upon it. If I construct my faith on my experience, I produce that most unscriptural type, an isolated life, my eyes fixed on my own whiteness. Beware the piety that has no pre-supposition in the Atonement of the Lord."
10.06.2011
one hundred. ninety five.
Baked an apple pie and am listening to Laura Marling.
Well, it's still baking. We'll see if ends up tasting anything like an apple pie.
I'm certain it won't look like one.
Guess who gives up when confronted with a crust?
This girl.
So, botched the crust, but the filling looks yummy.
You win some, you lose some.
We have a new dog. His name is Sheffield.
He's a puggle.
His bottom teeth stick out so he always looks tough/absurd.
Unless he's sleeping.
Remember that one time I fell asleep on the beach and started nose whistling? Sheffield does that all the time when he's sleeping. Either that or an exaggerated snorting snore. Which is awesome because it's not like my biggest pet peeve is nose breathers.
[Oh wait, it definitely is.]
Such a peaceful pup.
He also makes a lot of noise when he's just standing in one place.
Apparently breathing is a challenge for this dog.
He's quite the character, though, and after hating him for the first 30 hours, I'm a little in love with him.
One funny thing about Sheffield is that he is the least subtle creature.
Kanoa is big, so she can be subtle about things. Stealing food from the table means just inching closer very slowly until she can rest her head on the table and slyly steal your bread without you noticing.
Sheffield just has to commit and act fast. He's too short for subtle.
He's sees food.
He leaps
grabs
and runs.
Pretty hilarious.
Pie update: Smells great, looks wretched.
I know I wrote a post ages ago about bathroom etiquette. I'd like to revisit that oh-so-briefly.
In addition to knocking on every bathroom door you intend to enter
another good habit to practice would be hanging up your phone before you pop in to the stall next to me.
Or any stall, really.
Or the bathroom at all. Just hang up. Call them back.
Or hold it.
Pick one.
Thanks much.
Well, it's still baking. We'll see if ends up tasting anything like an apple pie.
I'm certain it won't look like one.
Guess who gives up when confronted with a crust?
This girl.
So, botched the crust, but the filling looks yummy.
You win some, you lose some.
We have a new dog. His name is Sheffield.
He's a puggle.
His bottom teeth stick out so he always looks tough/absurd.
Unless he's sleeping.
Remember that one time I fell asleep on the beach and started nose whistling? Sheffield does that all the time when he's sleeping. Either that or an exaggerated snorting snore. Which is awesome because it's not like my biggest pet peeve is nose breathers.
[Oh wait, it definitely is.]
Such a peaceful pup.
He also makes a lot of noise when he's just standing in one place.
Apparently breathing is a challenge for this dog.
He's quite the character, though, and after hating him for the first 30 hours, I'm a little in love with him.
One funny thing about Sheffield is that he is the least subtle creature.
Kanoa is big, so she can be subtle about things. Stealing food from the table means just inching closer very slowly until she can rest her head on the table and slyly steal your bread without you noticing.
Sheffield just has to commit and act fast. He's too short for subtle.
He's sees food.
He leaps
grabs
and runs.
Pretty hilarious.
Pie update: Smells great, looks wretched.
I know I wrote a post ages ago about bathroom etiquette. I'd like to revisit that oh-so-briefly.
In addition to knocking on every bathroom door you intend to enter
another good habit to practice would be hanging up your phone before you pop in to the stall next to me.
Or any stall, really.
Or the bathroom at all. Just hang up. Call them back.
Or hold it.
Pick one.
Thanks much.
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