Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Silver Lake

We drove up to walk around Silver Lake on a sunny afternoon.  Many people had the same idea and we smiled and nodded at each other, glad to be alive in this world.  Pics below:














Monday, July 21, 2014

Eating dried kale

I'm sitting at my desk with a plastic container of dried kale--Brad's raw crunchy kale to be exact. According to the package, it is organic, gluten free, vegan, kosher and verified non GMO.  Also, there is some banana, coconut and dried pineapple in there too.  I think it must be the yellowish stuff that I was hoping was cheese.

Brad's photo is on the bottom of the package: square jaw, white hair, a dimple in his chin  His story is that he adopted a "raw diet" and lost 40 lbs and overhauled his health.

Losing 40 lbs would be nice.

When I bought this, I brought it out when Tom and I sat down to watch a movie.  "I bought some healthy munchies," I said.  I set the dried kale between us.

"What's kale?" he asks

"Some really really healthy green vegetable.

He's always willing, so he tries a few mouthfuls.  He shoves the container closer to me.  "I think I've had all I'm going to have of that," he says.  "It's not going to replace potato chips."

And that's why I'm sitting at my desk with this kale.  It's been a whole weekend and I'm determined to finish it off.

 Honestly, I imagine my own urine tastes like this.  Hats off to you, Brad, but no thanks.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Gifts for the spirit

I have neighbors to the south of me who have the most spectacular garden, including a side yard of hollyhocks so vigorous, I can't stop gawping.  This morning I went out, barefooted, to take a snapshot.  

I don't know these neighbors well, just enough to tell them how much I admire their garden and wave to them when I turn into the alley, but I realize what a gift this garden is to our street and to me personally. I like it when people do what they do well. 

This makes me think of Lillian in my SL ward.  She gave fans away at church.  If she ever saw you fanning yourself with a program or the hardback cover of a hymnbook, she'd pull a new fan, still wrapped in a protective cardboard shell, and hand it to you (or send it down the pew for people to pass on to you).

Lillian has given me at least three fans saving me from post-menopausal spontaneous combustion.  One fan I held onto for a long time.  I took it to NYC for two years and brought it back and then lost it in my own house.  I was so sad to lose it.  Then when we moved to SL and returned to that ward, she gave me another one.

I miss Lillian and her fans.






Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Placenta on the menu

So I don't want to keep this information to myself.  There are women who eat their own placentas.  I read it in The New York Times in an article describing "the placenta project."  It led me to an article in The Atlantic Monthly":

 "It can be cooked (usually steamed) then sliced, dehydrated, and encapsulated into a pill. Sometimes women freeze it in small chunks and blend it into a smoothie."

I googled "eating the placenta" and there were recipes.

Have I been living in a cave?  Three births and I have passed up eating my own placenta filled with delicious, bloody nutrients?  Could I sue my obstetrician for not letting me know  that I was making dinner when I pushed out those babies and their follow-up?  Imagine hunkering down on the delivery table and gnashing your teeth into that gorged pulp.

It's taking time for me to get my mind around this.


Monday, July 14, 2014

The Norwegian connection

Saturday, I came home from the Solstice Writing Retreat in Midway, which was more fun than a birthday party where you get everything you want, and collapsed into bed.  I would watch a movie.

I chose a Norwegian/German film called TWO LIVES and there were no subtitles!  Has that ever happened to you on Netflix?

I decided to watch it anyway:  two hours of Norwegian interspersed with German and about three minutes of English, which was really helpful.  When it ended, I went to IMBd to see if I'd understood what had happened, and surprisingly, I had understood most of it.  Not the language--I don't have the gift of tongues--but the body language, the action, and emotion transcended language.

I have had this same experience in foreign countries, smiling and gesturing with people I couldn't understand, and coming away thinking I had had a conversation.

It's an invisible connection we have with other humans.  Like String Theory.  And it's comforting.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Brahms, waffles and astrology

The red note, made to look all close-up and personal, actually says "Louise, do you see what I'm seeing?"

We began our day with Brahm's Requiem played by the Vienna Philharmonic and led by Herbert von Karajan, where we are like grass and then end in bliss.  A perfect beginning for a Sunday morning.  

Tom made waffles, which we ate in bed.  He knocked a full glass of milk off the bedside table, which upset him for 30 seconds, but really what do you expect when you eat in bed?  You should expect  crumbs, spilling, spots on your pajamas, maple syrup on your laptop and bacon between your teeth, that's what.

I decided to feed my skepticism by filling out a form about my time and place of birth, for which I would receive an astrological reading from "Adrian," whose picture showed a gray-haired man.  The resulting reading made me laugh so hard I needed resuscitation.

Surprise, surprise:  I am a Virgo, who is possibly sensitive, organized, a perfectionist, creative.  I may be religious or agnostic (either/or, take my pick).  I may want to submerge myself in serving my mate.  (I read this aloud to Tom, who snorted up his guts).  I may be intellectual or maybe not.  I am adventuresome but cautious.  I have confidence, except when I don't.  Blah blah blah.

It was a long list, written in the most tentative language:  every other word was "perhaps."  It covered traits of everyone I know.  I just have to pick the ones I think are mine.

And guess what?  This was a sample reading.  For $69.00, I could have a complete reading, because as Adrian was quick to tell me, I am on a journey and my life is opening up to new and exciting experiences.

Sure, Adrian.  I feel the love.  I feel it, Buddy.