obsessions annoyances ruminations
I have a confession to make. I love quitting. Severing the festering ties of a relationship that no longer works, throwing off the toxic shackles, and moving on, unencumbered - there is real joy and a sense of rebirth in that. I'm a sucker for a fresh start.
Labels: volunteering for fun and profit
I'm using an alarm clock these days. I'm now halfway through a temp day gig that has me rising at 5, much to the delight of the Slightly Retarded Kitty, who already figured that was the best possible time for humans to be rolling out of bed and tending to her needs.
On Grey Cup weekend last November, I rustled up my usual massive batch of chili and tucked several containers away in the freezer for future self to enjoy on a cold grey dampish day. Today, the future arrived.
eyes in the trees
Labels: day dreaming half looking
We take our shoes off in the house, being good Canadians. Personal experience and popular culture has us believing that, in the USA, shoes are left on when entering the house.
We're all pretty satisfied to be settled back into our own personalized butt indentations on the chesterfield. Some of us though, on occasion, still opt for human lap over foam cushions. Not as squishy perhaps, but way warmer.
Labels: home again home again
My favourite restaurant meal of the Great Southwest Sojourn was eaten at a museum. The outdoor courtyard of the Heard Museum of Native Cultures and Art in Phoenix is a deliciously sun-dappled oasis, cool and restful. Set in the centre of striking Spanish-influenced architecture, it's an ideal location for a high quality restaurant that focuses on tasty and tastefully-presented food and impeccable service. I had tall frosty glasses of iced tea, served in the traditional unsweetened American style, and the best carnitas ever.
Taliesin West, just outside of Scottsdale, is where Frank Lloyd Wright moved - in his seventies - to take advantage of the warm dry Arizona winters and the cheap $12.50/acre land. He always meant it to be a temporary camp. The buildings were constructed to be open to the elements, with no glass in the windows and canvas on the roofs.
There's some highly unusual flora and fauna living in the desert of the American southwest, and I am not just referring to family members who are vacationing down here. I have learned so many names for cacti since arriving. Evidently that which I have always called Bugs Bunny cactus is really known as Saguaro. There's also the Teddy Bear Cholla (which literally attacks you when you walk by,) and a bunch of other weird and wonderful ones whose names I have written down somewhere but can't think of offhand.
Labels: Great Arizona odyssey