Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I wrote a poem this morning--it's called "magnolia" but that might change. That was the easiest title.
I wanted to tell you something. Do you remember that day there was a turtle on the dirt track at the park? And my favorite homeless person and I succeeded in getting it back to its pond using teamwork (I watched his stuff while he returned the turtle to its pond)?
Well, I see him almost every day at the park. The guy, not the turtle. And the other day he seemed to be looking at me, so I waved, and he either didn't notice or ignored me.
Then the other day we were at the park and a different homeless person came up to us--this one has a dog. The dog is a lion hunter, a rhodesian ridgeback. This guy was asking about places to get food--we told him Loaves & Fishes. But mostly he wanted food for his dog. I told him he should talk to the my favorite homeless person and pointed out where he sits, the corner of the park, on his favorite bench.
Only problem was there was a huge volleyball tournament going on. But later I looked and the two guys were talking. I was happy.
vegan drunken noodles
I want to remember this drunken noodles recipe.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
my day, by Laura-Marie Taylor
And we went to the Book Den where I picked up a book of poems for a friend. And we went to the grocery store.
Then we went to the park, where Erik ran for an hour and I wrote a letter to H in Oakland. I also watched crows.
And that's my super-exciting life! In bad news, looks like my property manager has moved in to my apartment complex? I don't know why and can only hope it's temporary. Well, everything's temporary.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Then in the afternoon I met with my Assemblyperson's representative and mostly just stood there listening while others talked.
Then in the evening I was sitting on a park bench with aforementioned favorite person when H walked by! I was so excited because I wanted those two to meet but couldn't figure out how to make it happen, and it just magically did!
Then favorite and I went to Temple and I had a vegan blueberry bran muffin and some tea and some water. We talked. Talking, emailing, texting, and voicemail listening occurred. Fun was had.
And now I need to go to bed so I can go do more political stuff tomorrow and write about everything.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
E: You should plant it.
LM: It wouldn't grow--it's been cooked. Unless it's a Chucky seed.
E: I want a Chucky apple tree!
Real Live Nude Girl by Carol Queen
E: That's not a problem.
LM: It's a LINK book, so the fine is a dollar a day.
E: No problem. I'll be done in three hours.
LM: Yeah, but then you're going to crash.
E: Yeah, but maybe you're going to work some.
LM: What, me? Work? Work + me = no!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
vegan peanutbutter banana cookies
This evening I baked cookies--they're this recipe.
They're good but maybe too sweet.
disability film fest
I want to go see Crooked Beauty next month.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
This essay touches on some issues that are important to me.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
carrot almond soup
I don't usually like carrot soup, but the ingredients of this soup intrigued me, so I bought some--it comes in a carton like soymilk. Oh my god, it's so good. I want to go back to the midtown Grocery Outlet right now and buy more. (It's so good that I did something embarrassing--I double checked the label to make sure it was vegan. I thought there had to be cream or something in there.)
Someone else saw the turtle at the same time I did, the homeless guy I've written about before. He wears camouflage and has a bike. He used to have a long beard, but he shaved it off.
We said how the turtle was a long way from home. "Should we put it back in the pond?" I asked.
"I've got all this stuff," the guy said, gesturing toward his bike, backpacks, sleeping bag. "How about you stand here for a minute and I'll put it back in the pond?"
I said okay. "He's a big fella," the guy said as he picked the turtle up and walked toward the pond.
I waited with the guy's stuff. I wonder if he remembers me or notices me at the park the way I notice him. I wonder if he remembers that time he told me it was his birthday and asked me for money.
Then he came back. "It's all good," he said.
"Thank you!" I said and walked away.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Then we gained two friends and our party walked to Capital Dawg. I had a veggie corndog with mustard. Erik had a veggie chili dog.
Our friend A is moving to New Jersey this week. So we were saying goodbye. But he has a girlfriend here in Sac who he's going to come back and visit regularly. So we'll see him again. He was wearing his green owl sweatshirt.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
grapes, chorizo rice, parsnips, chocolate
Today I made soy chorizo rice. We didn't have any bell peppers, so I tried putting some spinach in. It's pretty good.
Today I roasted some parsnips with potatoes. They came out so sweet and satisfying. It was my first time eating parsnips.
We got some vegan chocolate with puffed wild rice in it. So good. It reminds me of some Easter chocolate I had when I was a kid.
Today Erik told me about a flower called loosestrife. Best name ever?
are greenish brown
except for one
white one that's about to bloom.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
grammar is list
pool in Wales
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
almond milk yogurt
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 09, 2011
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
1. BBQ potato chips made with avocado oil
2. canned fava beans without EDTA
3. vegetarian oyster sauce
I got letters from two of my favorite friends yesterday--J in Austin and H in the Netherlands. They're both substantial letters that I will think about before replying.
Today at the park someone thrust a turtle into Erik's lap. This stranger was carrying around the turtle for a while--poor turtle. Then he wasn't, and Erik was afraid the stranger put the turtle in a trash can. It was an ordeal. When we finally left, the stranger walked by our truck, and his pants were down (he had underwear on). Coincidentally, the song playing on my mp3 player as we prepared to drive away was Lumeria's "Who Could Understand a Turtle?"
Sunday, May 01, 2011
vegan cinnamon rolls
"I like my pastry to be crispy. Like baklava," Erik said. The cinnamon rolls are definitely soft.