that real “italian light” as my dad says, and i’ve been rattling around the apartment alone for the past three days. dad is in europe for two weeks (lucky) and B is on a “man-cation” up at the beach until thursday. i’ve been killing time, and downloading music, and attempting to cook. i’ve watered the garden and plucked beans and tomatoes as well as some never ending zucchini and lettuce greens.
i’ve neglected this here blog; i doubt i have any regular readers anymore. it’s ok. it’s served its purpose to me when i’ve needed it and lately i just haven’t needed it. i think it’s been nearly six months since i last posted.
i’ve been reading a lot. i just finished “infidel” by ayaan hirsi ali for book club and found it truly stunning. i’m in love with the song “harvest moon” by neil young (one of the ones i downloaded) and am thoroughly enjoying these last few days of summer. we’ve had a rain-free september so far and are currently in a mini heat wave. it’s heaven on earth. diffused evening light, a full belly, neil young. i’m counting my blessings.
i made this pact with myself that i would try to collect one silly, funny experience per day. sometimes they’re hard to find. i had three in three days last month:
the lady who cleans the bathrooms and shared space in my office building slipped me a note that read, “do you like salads? do you like mexican?” it was the most random thing. our relationship doesn’t extend much beyond hellos; occasionally she’ll tell me stories about her dogs. but this was strange. it happened in mid-august; when i asked her about it the next day, she told me she was planning to make enchiladas on sept. 4, and wondered if i wanted one? i told her to ask me closer to the date. (when sept. 4 rolled around, she asked me and i politely declined.)
funny #2: dad and i were at a baseball game- one of the last ones of the season. we have a AAA minor league team here, and one of his friends has season tickets, so he shared them with us. it was a perfect summer night, late august, warm but clear, the smallest tastes of fall in the air. the seats were terrific— about 3 rows from the field, over the visiting team’s dugout. i went to get myself a hot dog and a beer for dad. in the condiment line, trying and failing to pump out the mustard, a rather large man approached me and asked me if i was going to put any sauerkraut on my dog. i said, no, probably not. he said, “it’s not a hotdog without sauerkraut!” to which i responded, “well, i like sauerkraut enough, but it doesn’t like me.” he laughed and said, “oh gas! i’m familiar with gas, yes.” i bid him a good evening and laughed on my way back to the game.
funny #3: i was walking out of my favorite stationery store on a wicked hot day, end of august, and i passed a group of men who were lost seeming. one of them stopped, turned to me and said, “hey, babe. do you know where blah blah brewery is?” uh, BABE? i’d never seen this man in my life. i ended up walking him and his posse right to the brewery; he asked if he could buy me a beer, but i politely declined. thanks, babe.
here are the lyrics right now from my ipod: “come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is done. such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the evening sun shines through them, fiery gems for you. only for you.” — crosby, stills & nash