Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Whatever

Whether you celebrated Easter, the equinox, or a pagan shout out to fecundity I hope you had a great weekend! McKibbin and I had the hours jam-packed with family, friends, and good food. To borrow the sentiment from a 1980's domestic beer commercial ... it just doesn't get any better than that!

I pulled back the dead leaves in our yard to find what green things were growing underfoot. Spring is such a nice time to dust off your bike, open up the house, and pack your heavy winter coat up to the attic for next year.

Happy Whatever -- let's hope the warmer weather is here to stay!
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I'm off to Raleigh, NC this week for work. Anybody have suggestions on where-to-go or what-to-do while I'm there?
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I got miracled for my birthday by a handbag designed by my sister-in-law, Jen. I don' t know how many of you have oooooed and aaaaaahed over its stylish loveliness. Too many to count. I owe it to her fans to mention Jen has pulled together eight designs for an awesome line of handbags, clutches, and lunchboxes. You could (and should) check them out at www.jenlukas.com

Thursday, March 20, 2008

What I Watch at 5 A.M.

Don't you sometimes wish your car were
headed to the Waffle House instead?

--Downtown YMCA desk clerk who checks me in each morning

So the call of the gym at 5 a.m. just isn't that strong but it is enough to beacon me to the YMCA and go running on a treadmill. The downtown Y has a plug-in option on each treadmill so a bum like me can watch television while I run. Occasionally I'll plug into a discussion on BookTV .

To discuss my BookTV habit, even in cyberspace, leaves me conflicted. Here I am, committed to run x number of miles, and I have this opportunity to listen to smart people talk about books. What could be wrong with that? What's wrong with that is I haven't read the book itself and I feel somewhat like an interloper for listening in. Ultimately I've resolved that listening to an intelligent conversation can only leave me better off. Its not like I plagiarize the book, pose as an expert, or even pretend I've read the text. I like smart people. I've been lucky enough to befriend lots of smart people. Why not listen to smart people who happen to have written books?

This blog is a strange, rambling way for me to recommend the following BookTV discussions. In an era of iphones I don't generally make digital recommendations. I have, however, come back to the thoughts expressed in each of the following shows:

Starbucked: A Double Tall Tale of Caffeine, Commerce, and Culture
Plug-in Hybrids: The Cars that Will Recharge America
The Next American Century
In Defense of Food

Days, sometimes weeks, later I find myself glad for my 5 a.m. treadmill date. What kind of sick talk is that, you ask? Occasionally the treadmill brings me smart discussions that challenge me to think new thoughts and that's good stuff. Its not good stuff like hot maple syrup or a side of bacon from the Waffle House would be good stuff -- but its good stuff nonetheless.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Alpha Veggie

I’ve been waiting such a long time to be six!
--Naomi

Hooray for birthdays! My daughter threw off the covers this morning, requested we sing the Happy Birthday Song twice – once with the traditional lyrics and one rendition in which she smelled like a monkey – ordered the gerbil to help her make the bed, and called to wake her grandparents because the four walls of our house were not a large enough landscape to resound with personal praise and proclaim what a big kid she is. Throw down all that before 7 a.m. and you might wonder what the rest of the day holds?

Prescott School conveniently lined up McTeacher night where a portion of the receipts from McDonald’s at 3330 S.10th St between 4-8 pm tonight go to their classrooms. Last week Naomi clutched the McTeacher flyer to her breast and made an impassioned plea go McDonald’s on her birthday. It would be her birthday – it would help her school – oh, please! oh, please! oh, please! I cringed. McKibbin visibly shuddered. We looked at our feet and agreed to the birthday girl’s agenda. We’ve seen Super-Size Me, okay, and one Happy-Meal never killed anyone!

Naomi’s diet is dominated by her vegetable loving parents. Dinner at our house wouldn’t be dinner if we didn’t literally count the food groups present on her plate. I can imagine, birthday or not, a parent sanctioned trip to McDonald's must feel like a major victory.

This weekend our family project was to set up a sun-lamp in the basement. We are trying to push some seeds to germinate this month before being plopped into our backyard garden plot next month. As we put soil and water into the bedding containers Naomi was awe-struck by the process. Its a good thing we don't have a cow to have her take to market because I'm pretty sure she'd follow Jack's lead with his beanstalk business. She liked the smooth, hard feel of each seed as it lingered between her fingers. She stared at it being buried in the soil. It seems so unlikely that something so small could hold such promise.

In step with the vegetable turn I’ve taken with this blog: McKibbin and I signed up for the Community CROPS program. Before last fall I had no idea Lincoln sported a CSA program. For an annual fee the program lands a box of fresh produce from a local grower on your doorstep every week from June to September. If you are interested I encourage you to check them out.

I’m excited about the program on all sorts of levels: supporting local growers, fresh, ripe produce being on our plates more often and a smaller carbon footprint imposed by transit from the field to my table. Too cool.


Thursday, March 6, 2008

Thrown To The Dogs

It's okay to love your pets, just don't looooove your pets.
--Janeane Garofalo, The Truth About Cats And Dogs

Brent's latest Mother Jones magazine arrived in our mailbox last week. From it he quoted a somewhat disturbing statistic. Evidently women were posed the scenario of their dog suddenly becoming human. The question asked for a true/false response to the statement "If my dog were to suddenly become human he would be my boyfriend".

Well over a third of the women answered in the affirmative.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Nearly Thirty-Five

I thought of a friend of mine from college named MacGreggor who was in a lot of my classes at CSU. The fact that I passed Dendrology is entirely attributable to MacGreggor (Mac)'s willingness to be my study partner. I lost touch with him years ago. A casualty of graduating college and both of us scattering from Fort Collins for entry level jobs. In the daily crush of “to-do” items in my planner and the ten years of time between my feet and the CSU campus I don’t think of MacGreggor often but I did think of him this morning.

Actually I thought of one moment with MacGreggor when I was twenty-two-ish and I bumped into him at the (no lie) Déjà vu coffee shop. His textbooks laid open, he invited me to join him. We talked about classes or roommates or some such and Mac mentioned a woman he was dating.

The female inquisitor in me fired off a bunch of questions to learn more about this new girlfriend. He answered my questions but all the while fidgeted with his coffee cup, re-arranged his highlighter pens on the table. I must have asked something along the lines of whether he really liked her when (and this is the moment that came to me) he stopped fidgeting, squared his shoulders and looked at me to say “Melissa, she makes me shiver.” MacGreggor didn’t throw around words or make romantic gestures for sport. Using a word like shiver could never have been inspired by its poetic value or because he'd rehearsed it for affect. He said it because it was true.

My thirty-fifth birthday is this week. Any birthday where my age ends in a 5 or a 0 inspires the pensive mood thinking about old friends, wondering what the future holds. The pensive moment overtook me this morning, I suppose. The smell of fresh coffee rising from downstairs, Naomi bemoaning how early it was, how sleepy she felt. I caught a glimpse of my wrinkled face in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and MacGreggor came to mind. I suddenly wished we had a coffee date at the Déjà vu so I could tell him that at nearly thirty-five life is good. He could buy me a cup of coffee and I could fail to elaborate about myself but brag about my kid. I have stumbled around to find or fix up a pretty good life. The sweetness of that realization made me shiver.