So tonight, the hubby is out. I decided to sit down, have a bottle of wine, and unwind. Checking the Netflix queue I settled upon Food, Inc. to watch, probably because of a quiz on YumSugar today about the same movie.
I was perusing the CB2 catalog, and half-watching this movie, while sipping my wine. Afterall, I’ve read Fast Food Nation and In Defense of Food. Not to mention Fat Land and The End of Overeating. I’ve watched my great-grandparents grow their own food, and I’ve started doing that on my own (yet to harvest, but SOON! at least on the broccoli rabe and Asian greens).
Slowly, I began paying more attention. First it was the chicks on a conveyor belt. Do you know how adorable chicks are? Those cute yellow birds that slide down the waterslide at the state fair? Imagine them on a conveyor belt, being stamped on the forehead. (more…)
For about a year or two, I’ve been meaning to move my blog from blogger to WordPress, but being the procrastinator-extraordinaire, it’s just now happening. Unfortunately, this means I’ve broken a few things on the site that I now get to fix. Oh joy! Hopefully these things will get fixed very soon, as I try to kick procrastination in the bum.
On the plus side, soon I should be back to writing more, updating more, sharing more. Thanks for bearing with me!
Remember laundry day in college? Where every shred of clothing you owned was dirty. Dirty, not just worn once or twice. I loved that the building I lived in had 10+ washers and dryers in the basement, because I generally had 6 or 7 loads of laundry to do at once. The only problem was getting a washer that worked was a bit like Russian roulette. Half the time they would stop, mid-wash, with all the filthy water standing around my clothes.
Last week, when discussing the end of a decade with Raju, I had the realization how long a decade really is. “I graduated college!” I said, wide-eyed. Hell, I was still in college at the turn of the decade. This was the end of a long list of other major milestones that happened:
1. I got married… more than once 2. We bought a house 3. I traveled around the world 4. I traveled to French Polynesia – twice 5. I acquired Milo 6. I acquired Raju 🙂 7. I started this blog and this website 8. I got my first real job (cut’n’paste ninja!!) 9. I quit my first real job for an “art” job (and promptly went back to first real job) 10. I moved to California 11. I went to the Albuquerque Balloon Fest (one goal on Mom’s travel list) 12. I visited San Antonio Riverwalk (another goal on Mom’s travel list) 13. I learned to drive a stick shift 14. I learned to like, then LOVE beer 15. I attended my first NFL and NHL games 16. I lived through my first surgery… and suffered only minor embarrassment from the drugs 17. I became addicted to coffee in the AM 18. I had my first gallery shows 19. I had my first ever Indian food (and Ethiopian, and probably a few others) 20. I went from carrying a 300+ CD case to an iPod 21. I got my first computer (Dell desktop) and became addicted to the internets 22. I graduated college
I know there were many, many more things that happened in the past decade, some I will remember later, some are completely forgotten. However, I still have piles of laundry to do on laundry day, just like in college. I have a feeling housework is a chore I will never learn to embrace.
So that’s my laundry list; that’s my reflection. Enough dwelling in the past, it’s now time to focus on the present and the future.
Funnily enough, I find myself craving gingerale now. I know “Brilliant!” is Guiness’s schtick, but I think the use of these 1950s illustrations to make hilarious commercials deserves a “Brilliant!”. And a toast, with a Jack and Ginger, or something equally Schwepps-tastic.
My past week+ has been taken up with a nervous stomach over Milo, and the ups and downs a parent might feel. First, worried about his surgery (torn ACL). Followed by happy that he was coming home. Followed by worry that he was too excited, followed by extreme worry that he wasn’t moving, followed by feeling helpless and sleeping in his bed with him because he was upset and crying, and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. This was followed by feelings of “did I do the right thing?” over the surgery; is he eating enough; is he eating too little? How much pain killer do I give him? Do I need to sedate him at night? Is it really okay if I leave his cone off? Is he using that leg too much? Too little? Will removing his staples tomorrow be painful? How will he react going back to the vet? Should I go to D.C. for Thanksgiving? What if something happens?????
Brain at a snail’s pace, unless it is thinking about Milo. Then it is flying at light speed, along with my heart, my breath. I know it will all turn out fine, but I can’t stop the anxiety.
This blog began in 2005 as I picked up from Kansas City and moved to California. It has been a repository of thoughts, both past and present, movie reviews, book reviews, and a peek into my art and my life. So if you've ever wondered what goes on under the Hatter's hat, here's a way to peek under the lid.
