A Pleasure More Than A Necessity

I was just sitting down to lunch. You could say I'm a brown-bagger for lunch, but I'm (ah-hem) more of a reduce-reuse-recycle fabric bagger. Either way I pack leftovers for lunch rather than grab something on the go. If I'm eating out I want to do more than pull up to the drive-thru window.

So I was sitting down to left over zucchini-mint couscous and tomato-mozzarella-eggplant bake. Poured myself some fresh rhubarb lemonade and thought: I could be a gazillionaire and I could not eat better than I do at this moment.

Some things just cannot be improved upon.

Mudslingers

This morning I loaded up my bike fully expecting I'd be the only one game to go after all that rain. The trail was wet and muddy. But I had the delightful company of two fellow travelers just crazy or just lovely enough to come with me.

It was a fabulous, fabulous time!

All is NOT Lost

I'm laying in bed this morning thinking, "Woah, I am soooo tired and sore. I don't think I can move a muscle....wait...that's not true....I think I could text."

Petal by Petal

I'm a sucker for blooms. Cut, fresh, dried, potted or planted I have a thing for flowers. They offer some essential proof that, given enough of what we need, everything has the urge to grow.
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Currently Reading: Aftershock by Robert Reich
Personal Soundtrack: You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Shawn Colvin (Yes, it's a cover tune. I know.)
My I'm-Cooler-Than-You-Think Parenting Moment: I was cleaning out Naomi's backpack and noticed some of her artwork resembled pointillism. After making both of us watch a pretty dry Art-History biopic on Georges Seurat, I checked out Sunday In The Park With George DVD from the city library system. She was mesmorized.

Fresh Salsa

My vegetable garden has evolved into a whole new level of meaning...

Day Made

Naomi: Mom, I thought up a nickname for you today.

Me: Really?

Naomi: Mmm-hmmmm, wanna know what it is?

Me: Is it nice?

Naomi: It's honest.

Me: Ew.

Naomi: Wanna know what it is?

Me: OK...sure.

Naomi: I made your name be Super-Cool.

The Joy of Being Wild

Naomi and I went for a hike last weekend and she cooked up the idea of writing a book. She thought up a title she was particularly fond of. Put her fingers to her lips as she spoke the words: The Joy of Being Wild.

From there, my pen and paper chased after her brainstorm trying to capture the dust as it fell down behind her. Here's some of the advice my paper caught:

Do cartwheels in the open grass.

Ford rivers often. It gets your feet nice and icy cold.

Eat purple plants.

Look straight at the sun with your eyes clamped shut.

Dig around in the dirt.

Let your hair blow all over the place.

Appreciate the privilege it is to live here.