Archive for February, 2008
Bette woke up one morning and asked herself, “What am I doing here? I’m a boat, not a lawn mower.”
Boat on a dry street in South Eugene.
There was a time when Miles estimated runners by their athletic superiority. He admired speed, form, and fitness. He felt repugnance towards the unfit and the slow as if their condition somehow aligned with their morality.
Over the years which spanned across decades of winters and summers and all the days in between, Miles’ thinking evolved. He no longer judged runners by their performance or their appearance as he came to realize they were all on their own path, running their own workout. They weren’t good. They weren’t bad. They just were.
Distance marker at Amazon, Eugene.
Yesterday, I found my neighbor, Lynne, sitting outside and studying for the Oregon Bar. She’s taking it at the end of the month. Since the lighting was spectacular and Lynne had such rich colors around her, I asked if I could take some pictures.
4 things about Lynne:
- She makes the best chocolate chip cookies.
- She is in love and it is very sweet.
- Her cats adore her and wait outside for her to come home everyday.
- Thankfully, she has good taste in music!
Este amor por tí no me ha de durar uno o dos años…porque nace del corazón desde donde existo.
This year, Valentines did not suck! Bethany prepared a veggie lasagna feast for Shannon and I. Not only lasagna, but asparagus (I love asparagus), a cheese-pear-cracker plate, delicious Firefly wine, bread, salad with avocado, strawberries, ice cream, and chocolate. All this after a long day at work! How did she do it?
Further, on top of this dinner extranaganza, she decorated with hearts and roses. The hearts had the names of our Boys written on them, so even if we couldn’t be with our true loves on V-Day, they were with us in spirit. Too bad spirits can’t enjoy the great (mouth-watering, even the day after thinking about it) dinner Bethany miraculously whipped out of thin air.
After dinner, Bethany took Shannon and I to see Paco Pena Flamenco Dance Company at McDonald Theater. The dancing and music were fantastic! We talked about incorporating flamenco at our next party. Every party should have moments of abandoned (yet intutitive), passionate, foot stomping! I wondered why I don’t know any flamenco dancers. I would like to.
We walked home, happy and tired. As I got into bed, I thanked my Fairy Godmother for my sweet and thoughtful friend Bethany who reached out to her girlfriends missing their sweeties, and that this year, Valentines Day far from sucked.
Les knew the trees would be flowering soon. They were all talking about it with giddy anticipation. He wished for blooming buds himself so that he too would experience unrivaled beauty, if only for a couple of weeks. He wanted to hold the attention of birds and of bees and of Bethany. But Les was a tire, and his skin wasn’t going to sprout. He was a tire among trees. This he would have to endure.
Tire. Somewhere around Charnelton and 23rd.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
In seven more months,
I’ll be riding with you.
They all saw what was going on, but they couldn’t leave the comfort of their homes and familiarity of their routines to do anything about it.
Strong and shiny bovine pouting for the camera like a high fashion model.
F and I had spent a day at the beach when we came back to Catemaco. We were hungry and tired. By chance, we ducked into a little neighborhood kitchen. We weren’t expecting culinary excellence, but that is what we found. For the days we were in Catemaco, we ate two meals a day here in this kitchen. And when considering where in Mexico we would most like to live, Catemaco came up solely on the basis of the Señora’s cooking.
In the photo above, you can witness my meal of smoked ham + modest salad which the Señora suggested I order. She told me she smoked the ham for half a day using her fire oven. Her coffee is also smoked which gives it a distinctive and superior quality. I couldn’t get enough. To the right is a side of The Mexicana: scrambled eggs and veggies with the absolute perfect amount of chile. Fernando is showcasing his fried fish. I saw the Señor pull this fish out of a basket of fresh catch and then casually nurse it over the fire as he prepared F’s plate. We could see everything because the cooking area was right in front of the dining area composed of plastic tables and plastic chairs and slippery tablecloths. The three bottles of mineral water came from neighboring town, Nanciyaga. The entire meal came out to roughly $15 w/tip.
As most of you know, I’m not into food all that much. But this woman needed no proselytizing. Her cooking is the alpha and omega. For the first time, I could understand why Esau would sell his birthright for a bowl of soup.