books, education, food, humor

More Hollow than Sleepy

In elementary school, in case of fire you have to line up quietly
in a single file line from smallest to tallest.
What is the logic? Do tall people burn slower
?”

~ Washington Irving

I was a 9 year-old 4th grader in a California school. We were having a contest – a quiz game of sorts . . .

I was the only child in a tomb silent room to produce the answer to the question “Name the author who penned the character Ichabod Crane.”

I think it was the “penned” that threw them off. Having read plenty, and being comfortable with some archaic forms of proper English, i knew that at one time, writing truly meant pen and ink and so, the question meant to ask “who created him?” or “under whose pen did the character emerge?” Writing was a conjuring trick and so was remembering silly, but in this case important trivia. A prize was at stake after all.

“Washington Irving?” i half-asked or more, softly muttered.

“Who said that?” Mr. Hopkins asked.

I raised my hand and he smiled and handed me an envelope. “That’s right! Ichabod Crane from The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving.”

“Awww” and “Ohhhh” the room collectively cooed in a wash of jealousy for me having won and also for having not recalled the name themselves.

I opened my envelope and sighed. McDonald’s Gift Certificates. I disliked their food for the most part and i still do. I would’ve preferred a book voucher or money for the book mobile, but instead, I treated myself and a few friends to an assortment of sundaes.

Have you ever won a disappointing or embarassing prize?

food, nature, weather

darker than usual

Daylight Savings hit –
it’s not yet 6pm
and the porch light is on.
it’s been raining all day
and all i can think of
is hibernating . . .
just after this hot chai.

what do you do on
dark rainy days?

food

and eat it too . . .

eating cake with your fingers
is really quite enjoyable.
i mean sure – a fork is useful
but to drag your fingers
through sweet frosting
and gently tear off
mouth-sized bites
is more engaging somehow.

next i try drinking wine
out of a bowl.

food, humor, nature, photography, weather

lights are on and stable captain . .

oh – and not a moment too SOON!
and this toilet situation, i will not go into detail
but i’m glad we’re back to civilization
let’s just say we had follow camping rules for flushing
as it takes a lot of water to do so: yellow mellow, brown down.
i now understand why my cats get ornery if their litter box isn’t up to par . . .

first thing i did was make a hot cup of vanilla chai
and some buttered toast since i couldn’t before –
all the things i can’t heat and toast without power.

and if i had to eat one more can of
Orange Pseudo-Spaghetti Italian Nitemare
with Scary Soy-Cow Meat Forms,
i swear i would’ve set something on fire . . .
with my little propane stove.

but mind you – in all this adventure
i am appreciative of Mother Nature,
because hey – she’s no bullshit,
and she knows how to get your attention
and boy does she make for a wicked macro,
i know that i became very up close and personal
over the last 6 quiet and dark days
and i mean in more ways than photography.

food, humor, photography

the ingredients and the tools

An amateur photographer went to a dinner party. He took some prints to show the hostess who exclaimed how beautiful they were saying, “These are great! You must have a very good camera.”

The photographer said nothing.

When the party ended, the photographer told the hostess, “That was a wonderful meal. You must have some great pots!”

Sometimes . . . yes – what you use to get the job or the joy done is the discerning factor. But mostly, it is what is in between those four invisible lines that creates something delicious and delectable to the eye and the heart.

food, friends, nature, relationships, technology

wonderful day

gaw – what a great day i had yesterday!
a really laid back warm and wonderful birthday …
i woke up late didn’t shower until 3pm
took a nature walk,

washed my car . . . which always consists of pulling snails off the hood
and shooing spiders so i don’t blast them with the hose
and looking out for passing butterflies.

at 8pm i met a friend Jennifer for dinner and had an incredible meal:

baked brie with mango, strawberries, grapes and oranges, filet mignon with chive mashed redskin potatoes and grilled asparagus, a bottle of champagne, and for dessert, a chocolate truffle in pecans with a glass of 6-grape port, and an awesome coffee drink with real whipped cream, the stiff kind, not the fluffy stuff.

We had a window view overlooking a mouth of the Chesapeake Bay and watched a light show of heat lightning until the rain crashed in. i went to the valet who i told didn’t need to go get my car as i could see it, so instead he followed me out with an umbrella over my head for a walk and closed my door for me. Hug

afterwards we went back to her place and shared a bottle of shiraz and an endearing two-hour conversation.

Jennifer bought me a flowering tree called a crepe myrtle which is currently potted at 3ft but will grow to be 25 feet.

i love plants as opposed to flowers. as my boyfriend says “giving flowers is like cutting off the sex parts and handing someone a bouquet of penises, it’s best to be alive and keep growing” and i agree live plants . . . it’s the gift that keeps on giving.

then the topper — i came home and my boyfriend had a really nice gift for me: a 10 GB iPod! we had a good laugh about my love of little gadgets and how different i am in that i don’t want clothing or jewelry or perfume and how that makes it easier to buy for. and that he sees my appreciation for music and technology.

and then — some wonderful lovemaking <3

food, friends, relationships

HAPPY EVERYTHING TO ME!

Have your cake and eat it too.
yup, it’s my Birthday.
well it is here on the East Coast
after midnite and so June 19th.
i’m 31.
Airborne
i plan on sleeping in
and having pancakes
with peanut butter AND maple syrup
some time with my darling
and some good wine with good friends . . .