Thursday, February 27, 2014
This morning we walked to the post office where I mailed mails and bought more heart stamps. They're the cutest.
It lightly sprinkled on us. The sun comes and goes. Our prayer flags flutter in the wind.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
I like their high crunchiness and salty flavor. Ming likes to eat them with Thai dry chili paste--I like them plain.
Monday, February 24, 2014
delay of game
I wrote a long poem about my neighbor who died. I submitted it to a journal last night, and we'll see what they say. I don't usually write poems so long.
I've heard you should schedule all your difficult chores for February 29th. I think I'll try that.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Grieving is hard work, so I'm giving myself another sick day. But Ming is outside doing yardwork with the landlord and a living neighbor.
I was cleaning my desk. I eliminated the huge pile on the left. I threw a lot away. I am inspired by my friend AL who lives a clutter-free life. She's the one we visited in Arcata.
I can hear living neighbors talking downstairs outside. It's a warm day. I am avoiding everyone. I have been avoiding everyone for a while now.
And that's the very heavy news for today. Don't break your arms carrying my heavy news. Just leave it by the door.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Patrick's Point State Beach
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
My favorite line so far: "when you feel like throwing all your books in the air."
today and yesterday
Last night we went to this vegetarian restaurant called Wildlflower. I got a curry that was bland. Ming got some delicious noodles in a peanuty sauce. He let me have two bites. I ate the veggies I like best out of my curry, leaving the carrots and bell pepper.
This hotel is not as good as our last one, but the location is perfect.
Monday, February 17, 2014
free hot chocolate
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Tomorrow we'll continue north. But Ming found out where Glass Beach actually is, so we'll try visiting there on our way out.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
home is weird
I need a lot of fresh air. I have the front door open. I'm wearing shorts thought it's not hot. I feel out of sorts.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
2. contemplative prayer at Stillpoint
3. serving the hungry with Catholic Worker
4. a short walk near Redrock
5. burritos, juice, pesto pasta
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
from the Las Vegas community garden
Then we went out to dinner, Indian food, and that was expensive. Oh well. Shoulda checked the menu before we sat down, maybe, though the papadums were free.
Just a little while ago our friends left. We got hugs, and one friend kissed me on the cheek. So we have this place almost to ourselves again.
I want to grocery shop and go out into the desert.
Saturday, February 08, 2014
Today is our board meeting. Last night we made dinner for seven people, something I'd never done before. It turned out okay. Gardenburgers, pesto pasta salad, potato salad, blueberries. Lettuce, lotsa condiments. Nothing special to drink.
Night before last we went to an art opening of some art by Filipino people. It was good, but the gallery was small. I liked the sculpture made of old wooden doors. I was intrigued by the tree branches with white stuff wrapped on them. I was intrigued by the sculpture in the window, the figure of a man with his pants undone and some swirling light for a head.
I did not fit in. Other women were in dresses and high heels. I was in jeans and tennies. I felt out of place, and we didn't stay long. But we looked at the whole exhibit.
Friday, February 07, 2014
Thursday, February 06, 2014
Yesterday we walked to the drugstore for candy. We were holding hands like usual. Ming has been wearing his hair down lately, and people mistake him for a girl.
There were two older guys outside the drugstore, and one of them said, "You're in love, huh?"
Ming didn't answer, so I said yes as we kept walking.
"How long has it been?" he asked, and I didn't say anything. Inside we bought the candy and I was hoping the guys would be gone by the time we got outside.
I was serving on the soup line. I was pouring hot tea into styrofoam cups and asked someone who said good morning, "How are you doing?"
"Bad," he said as I poured his tea. "Of course I'm bad. I wouldn't be in this line if I wasn't doing bad. That's the only answer you could get."
"Some people say other things," I muttered as he walked away.
Our friend was leaving town. He knocked on the door of the house we're staying at. "I'm taking off," he said. "I'll catch you on the rebound."
He hugged us goodbye.
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
--I'll get back to you after dinner.