Taste: tequila lime shrimp tacos with pickled red onions organic meatloaf wrapped with peppercorn bacon, stuffed with hardboiled eggs and roasted red peppers personal key lime pie made by From the Rolling Pin Root Tea, the artisinal, organic, delicious, alcoholic grandaddy of root beer made by Art in the Age juicy, flavorful corned beef Irish soda bread peanut butter coffee cake muffins butternut squash, spinach, goat cheese and basalmic dressing on foccacia
Touch: warm sunlight itchy ALL over after hearing story about bebugs green feather headband for St. Patrick's Day
Sight: catching up on backlog of Top Chef episodes (finally realizing Richard Blais is sooo like my Sweets) read Let Me In by John Ajvide Lindqvist Being Human Big Love my thrifted rainbow madras Ralph Lauren flannel shirt makes me feel so springy several shades of green eyeliner on my hand while looking for the perfect one
Smell: primer paint corned beef lip gloss
Sound: Lykke Li Cyndemouse came over for dinner so mad, she shouted for at least an hour before calming down and eating her shrimp tacos The vet telling me Quentin B. will most likely live to be 20 (He's 16 now)
See my silly dog, Quentin, sticking his tongue out at me my friend, Chris, who I've lost touch with. We were reunited at Michael's craft store our garden finally denuded of snow- green leaves emerging on strawberries, yarrow, ivy and more a set of nesting tables and a green mid century desk lamp at an estate sale I could not resist bringing home reading books about compassion, gardening for birds, cheesemaking and Swamplandia! by Karen Russell sketches on Sweets' desk new magazines fanned out vase of pussy willows against a yellow wall
Smell toasting almonds bar of Beekman's C.O.P.A soap gifted to me from my friend, Norna garlic roasting in the oven
Taste vegan Gingerbread biscotti made by my friend, Lara Ginger hermits and vegan chocolate cranberry cake made my friend, Agatha Senegelese Stew- Tomatoes, peanut butter, chickpeas made by me to serve at the cafe Ben & Jerry's peanut brittle ice cream (for dinner) dinner and drinks at Trinity & the Pope in Asbury Park- pretzel crusted short ribs, duck rillete, gin cocktails praline coffee amazing lentil dhal soup made by a student to serve at the cafe
Hear crunch of ciabbatta bread fresh from the oven 21 by Adele a long conversation with my sister plans for community gardening this year
Feel overwhelmed by a generous spirit, S.S., who supports the work we do at the cafe baby hats my friend, Maureen, knitted for needy children skeins of worsted wool perfectly calm, spoon in hand, poised over a big pot of soup pliable needles of our rosemary plant pussy willow buds hugs from some of my favorite customers
Gomorrah P.S. I Love You Driving Lessons Avatar (3D IMAX version) Synecdoche, New York Silent Light Ballast Tell No One Observe and Report Sin Nombre The Cove A Day At the Races Shutter Island Lust, Caution The Goodbye Girl
Greenberg The Philadelphia Story
The Hangover The Invention of Lying
Anita O'Day: Life of a Jazz Singer Sherlock Holmes Crazy Heart
Ah, to wake up to a glimmer of light this morning and leave for work being able to actually see to get in the car and drive watching the scenery instead of motoring along in pitch black.
For that I am grateful.
And the extra hour. Every year, when the clocks fall back, I feel deliciously luxuriant and naughty about getting that extra hour.
Of course, I over booked yesterday and didn't get to do everything I planned. Although I did have a random snack of cheese fries, visited with my dashing nephews, won a raffle for two free Reiki sessions, menu planned a dinner party, picked out a beautiful Art Deco scone light fixture for our hallway and let myself be talked into ditching plans to spend a bit more time with Sweets. Obviously, all of this did not happen in the course of one hour but the IDEA of the extra hour made me infinitely more impressionable and open to goofing off.
Now, when the clocks spring ahead, watch out, I'll be angrier than a hornet's nest. I hate losing that hour.
Give backs are a bitch.
That's month's from now, though. Right now, I'll enjoy every second I can wring from my bonus hour.
Magpies are talkative birds that have an eye for shiny things. I consider myself to be a magpie. This is a collection of all the shiny, wonderful things I would normally carry around in my pockets. Scraps of paper, bits of string, shooter marbles and diamond rings.