Saturday, August 01, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Now we're in Ashland at a cottage owned by a friend's folx. It's nice and cool in the cottage.
I saw a cat lie on the floor in rectangles of sun.
I heard a friend's dad opine and joke about many things. I heard the friend's step-mom agree and sympathize.
On the way here we stopped at a botanical garden called Oregon Garden. We rode a tram with a nice driver who explained things to us. We were sometimes the only people on the tram.
It was hot. He told us the popular wedding spots as if we were considering marrying there. He showed us the resort, which he said's open to anyone, forgetting you have to be rich.
A gardener asked, "How are you two hearty souls?" I looked at yellow and pink flowers.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
I didn't expect clams under the ground to spit up water at the edge of the sound or little brown crabs to scuttle. Well, I just looked up the word scuttle and it actually means to sink your own ship, among other things. I mean a combination of skim and shuffle.
I was surprised when a friend said she could see us, but I didn't get her message until just now. I wish facebook was not so necessary. I mean, it's not necessary but seems that way sometimes. I hate on facebook but it's been important in the formation of certain relationships.
So we had a good nature day.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Media Island is fantastic and there's supposed to be a lunch this afternoon. We're at a cafe for the wifi and I got some iced mint tea. The smallest size.
The cat Brigid is nice and Myrtle the turtle (at Media Island) fascinates Ming. He watched the turtle at least an hour, no joke.
We watched our friend weave a belt or something long, pink and white, and it was comforting.
We have nothing to do this morning but I want to walk by a body of water. I'm trying to figure out how I feel about Olympia. I can't tell if I like it. I need more info.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Friday, July 24, 2015
I went to the Quickly around the corner for chocolate boba tea. It was pretty good but they had a choice between small and large boba. I chose small, the wrong choice. Oh well.
Still don't know if a friend is hitching a ride north with us. He's out of touch.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
animals go to heaven
He gave me some Japanese candy that he got sent free in the mail by a matcha company.
Our trip is winding down. Well, this leg of it, anyway. We leave for Oregon on Saturday morning.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
We bought some delicious Iraqi bread. I ate a super nutburger. Etc.
So much fun it's disorienting. Also I'm getting the feeling that I'm having my cake and eating it too. Like--we moved away. Do I really deserve to see all these people again?
But Ming's kids are here, so we gotta come back.
Flags halfmast--another shooting. I don't talk about current events on my blog. But it seems like a lot of shootings.
Well, I gotta go to bed. A happy thought before bed? If your animals cookies sit in a hot car and melt into a block, you can pry cookies off with your pink frostinged fingers.
Monday, July 20, 2015
This morning we went for a walk. We didn't go far, just to the lightrail station. I cleaned the cat pans, as Ming calls them.
Yesterday we saw our friend J. We had good conversations about family, books, art, Las Vegas, community, our peeps.
Ming's making phonecalls. Maybe it's too early. I'm waiting for a text. Tosca is eating her food.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
This morning we went to Fox & Goose with friends. I had a big meal and Ming had a short stack. We will see those friends this afternoon too for writers group. I want to go to the SPCA thrift store and buy some cheap cards there for the political prisoner letter writing group, which is misnamed and should be called the political prisoner little notes in cards writing group.
Lotsa fun is happening here.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
My mosquito bites itch. The meadow was beautiful. The feral cows were beautiful but somehow spooky. Like ghost cows.
Tonight we went to Ethiopian food with my old friend K whose house we're staying at now. It was fun and we have tons of leftovers. She had questions for us. I like her curiosity.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Today we're going to Mt Charleston. I phoned a friend for his birthday. I printed out directions and typed up some info for cooking for Food Not Bombs so I'll have it future months.
At the pool party I didn't swim, but I did dangle my feet in the water and get a sunburn.
I need to pack, back up my computer, clean up a little. I lost my packing list. I wrote a poem in the middle of the night. I want to email it to myself.
Sunday, July 12, 2015
A friend advised me to put ginger in the beans and it would mean less gas for the eaters, which I don't know if I believe, but we happen to have a ton of ginger.
We need to clean out the fridge. We need to do a lot of things for our trip.
My Spanish studying has fallen by the wayside, which is sad. I was telling a friend that I don't want to be the person who does the first ten pages of a workbook and abandons it.
Maybe I can bring it with me and study in Sacramento.
Last night's meeting was great, and then our friends went out into the desert for a big all-night party with drumming and dancing and a bonfire. We came home where Ming sorted the rocks out of five pounds of pinto beans so kindly.
I am not anxious at all about this big cook, and I don't know if I should be. Maybe my body is not worried because everything went so well last month.
But there's a lot to do. Ten pounds of potatoes need to be chopped, for example. It will take almost an hour for the beans to come to a boil on our wimpy stove. We need to pick up the kale and do that, do the rice. Do all the garlic.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Before that we went to my favorite Las Vegas Indian food place Mt Everest. It's got the best spinach I've ever tasted, anywhere, ever. They deserve an award.
This morning we walked and served. I rinsed dishes. We went to a meeting. I ate graham crackers and wasn't afraid to do a long check-in.
Also this morning I reserved a campsite in Ashland, Oregon for our roadtrip. It was a little nervewracking. Maybe you've shopped online for campgrounds before and know what I mean. How much one costs vs another, location, reservation fees, tent sites vs RV sites, availability. What a pita.
But it's good to have a little certainty to hold onto. I mean, we have a lot of certainty. But sleep spots for a few of the nights are still up in the air, so to speak. If only we could sleep up in the air. But we'd need to be tethered so we wouldn't float away.
I am tired but restless and awake. I ate a delicious sandwich. I'm drinking cold brew mint tea, mint tea with other things in it, the dollar store kind.
Ming and I are getting ready to go on a long trip north then back south then east. It will be amazing, I predict. If I can just keep my energy up, and if I can be social enough.
Last night was Las Vegas political prisoner letter writing night #2. I did a good job facilitating it, I think, though two people complained there were no women prisoners on the list. I don't make the lists fresh myself--I take them from the internet. So that's not an excuse but is an explanation.
Anyway, the coffee or caffeine or something made me sick to my stomach, but was it worth it to be awake and functional for political prisoner letter writing night? Yes.