today was the third day again with the special ginseng body lotion from earth science. i had put it aside during the ‘rash period’, and now had three days of test lotion left before it was all gone. this was my control group, after the rash previously had faded, as to whether or not it was related.
leanne and i spent the second mild springtime-like day today walking around the city. saw ‘a beautiful mind’ today which together with ‘proof’ of a few months back rounds out the sympathetic crazy portrait. it also was a nice complement to the fear of flying resurfacing as i’ve been asked to – offered to – go to germany in april… and already every day it is with me.
it was also funny last night while eating tapas at fina estampa because it was way too crowded at the AMC for the movie last night – i saw a little incan or some sort of plaque that looked like a talisman and had some letters on it that looked like operuo – i decided it was a talisman and i’d ask what it meant, and if it meant something fortuitous, i’d be good to go for flying; if it did not, it was a jinx … and i asked and of course, i had misunderstood the whole thing from the start… it was just “peru” — it was a peruvian restaurant… the rest of the ‘lettering’ was clutter… just like my mind.
so what do you know: it seems like i have a little itchy rash after all.
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my heroes
yesterday i started with a ‘poor me’. leanne was sick; mom was bothered by travelling to our party. leanne had fought with bryce; religion had divided again; for god’s sake, shouldn’t it just be my birthday?
by the end of the day however i felt more blessed than i can remember. leanne pulled through and didn’t stop though she was sick. she unveiled a spectacular flourless chocolate cake; it was devoured. ellen and kit and ian came; they brought a flourless almond cake that was moister than any almond substance i’d ever had. spike drew kit’s blood. spike drew someone else’s blood too. the tripled-recipe of redlentil soup was devoured. mom and dad stayed awhile despite being exhausted and the threatening storm. marlena came and brought lots of stinky cheese (along with alan, and her daughter leah and john) and everyone ate it rapidly! uncle jim left a happy birthday message. richard called. robert sent email.
conversations with jim and jerene and michael and marcy around the coffee table had to do with homelessness and social injustice. leanne and gerald and craig and shu and jared and marc up at the counter countered with gender dysphobia. jane and jim had to leave after a short time due to allergy attacks. amanda and ellen and david brought a book on farralon, beautful food porn. blake brought her newest beau john. i embarrassingly said that i wasn’t as old as eve was when asked. but abbe had made such a fabulous fortieth bash at the seabowl that i felt 40 was more of an honor.
ann and young and jacob, the wonderful harvii.
brooke and a new girlfriend; and whiskey and wine.
john brown and my dad talked about emergency medical services. john is known as ‘poxmaster’ brown.
andy andy andy. andy brought candy from canada.
silly david. i have not yet applied the stick-on nails.
i remembered the other day about how when we were in provence and it was a week away from flying back i dreamt about terrorists on the plane. i remember that i thought it was freaky when i remembered it. however, it is also clear that it would not have been unusual for me to dream about planes and terror. nonetheless, i hope everyone rests in peace, alive or departed or dead, and that everyone at least once gets to feel as special, and have as special friends, who are all heroes, as i did yesterday.
leftovers
i put many of the leftovers and leftover ingredients together to make an uber-leftover meal tonight and i think marlena spieler would be proud. lovely marlena and alan graced us wednesday night with their presence, various fresh herbs and vegetables, and a fabulous dinner. we were thrilled when we were treated to a repeat performance again last night, and david and blake came to round out the rowdy crowd.
i can’t even begin to recount the menus, but the ingredients included chickpeas, rocket (say that with a british accent), zucchini and eggplant, tomatoes and garlic and pasta and cream, dainty pink turnips, frilly dill and chervil, pomegranates and persimmons with baby lettuces, flat-leaf parsely (my secret unsung love), potatoes and cumin, cumin, cumin, garlic, goat and sheep and cow’s cheeses including boursin, drunken goat, cave-aged gruyere, a wonderfully mild feta (bulgarian?), wines and sparkling waters, cumin and garlic, broken bread, friends and stories, newfound and old, and and and and and …
top it off in the morning with peets coffee and croissants from citizen cake, and we’re feeling on top of the world, special, lucky, warm and well-fed.
Moya Watson 