badassedness
Scaling a recipe and doing unit conversions in my head (oz->grams) to make puff pastry after getting my drink on.
The thought of walking to the store did not evoke pleasant feelings. I opened Chez Panisse Desserts. I began to bake. I wanted an apple turnover.
retail
First espresso, today pizza, tomorrow the world. I want to buy fewer things. It is fun to make them and why should I pay others to have fun for me? As well, I make them better. But you know how we argue about "better".
vacation
found: the most irresistible vessel. A possible purse. A hint of Douglass-Truth.
Nevada City may be the Sedona of California. I have not been here in 25 years. It is loaded with galleries and new-agey shops. I confess to liking the pottery shop, Just Clay. Saloon, tibetan stuff, leather, ethnic instruments, saloon, african clothing, saloon, hats... want boots.
Dinner at Cirino's: penne, shrimpies, artichoke hearts, tomato. $18 pasta in Nevada City; I wouldn't have guessed.
screen door
blackberry blossoms
cats hunting
tuesday
Laloo: itty bitty DT pics. Want bigger. Want the one in the window. *gasp* Damn art.
morning again
child-humans; how their attention shifts.
Drove down 49. Looked for boots.
Drove back up 49. Walked around Grass Valley.
E. J. Gold paints now. I bought a print. Damn art.
Later: itty-bitty etchings. Not compelling enough, though this art thing may be a slippery slope. The pottery thing certainly is.
After dinner, went to the graveyard. Played mandolin. A gentleman came to the graveyard and puttered around, probably to make sure I wasn't doing anything untoward.
I come down from the mountain with graveyard dust on my boots and a song in my heart.
mirror
There is so much gray in my hair now.
gurdjieffian
I think I have to dissolve the crystallization in me that was formed re She About Whom I'm Not Thinking. I think I understand mating for life. I think I understand why people get old and damaged by love to the point where they can't be intimate anymore.
Cumulative Relationship Trauma - this can be my contribution to psychological terminology.
the season
distant rumbling of dumpsters being dropped off woke me about 3:30. Learned the next day it had been a thunderstorm.
