It has been a very long day.
Last night someone died in an alleged explosion and fire in an upstairs apartment 2 businesses down the street, literally 10 yards, from the front door of the restaurant I work at.
Sadly, we were closed today due to smoke damage throughout the whole restaurant.... After the professional cleaners came in and sprayed the bajeezez out of the carpet, upholstery and booths with some funky "smoke and odor neutralizer" i spent today cleaning every single glass object in the bar. Stemware, glasses, bottles, mirrors, picture frames, windows, stools.... just an awful mess.
Luckily most of the food in the coolers and freezers were covered and in sealed containers....but every plate, pot, pan, tong, ladle and piece of silverware was washed and dried. Just a mess.
It's alarming to me, that foul play is perhaps aloof. Only time will tell. I was thinking quietly to myself over a few beers with other staff members this evening, how resilient this community is. Decorah has faced it's fair share of tragedies and hardships in the past year. And thinking back, I find some relief in remembering that tragedy, while awful, has a way of bringing out the very best of us. We were not created for destruction. Days like to today urge me to believe that we were brought to this earth and this world, that we've evolved to this point in history, with the inherent ability to nurture, to love, and to live with compassion and integrity of unfathomable potential.
feeling unprepared for the upcoming week of being a counselor at a Korean Adoption teen camp in Wisconsin. Haven't had time to collect my thoughts, or feelings, or pack a bag yet....which means I'll undoubtedly forget something(s) since I have to be on site in a little under 7 hours, with a 3 hour drive waiting . eff. what a day. prayers for whatever makes sense.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Time, Growth, Belief
I don't think anyone in this world can escape their past. (escape, as in "be separate from" "free" "untied"----how many more synonyms must I list in order for the vast metaphoric gray area to shrink?!?!?)
Whether the past is exhilerating, horrific, euphoric, nurtured, broken, unknown or otherwise.... It is always connected to us. Yes I said it, unknown. I'm not fully convinced that even "the unknown" is something we can escape.
We can cope. Ignore. Harness. Bury. Accept and co-exist with our past, but we can not fully "move on" from it.
Choson gives me the capacity to think aloud. And publish thoughts from days...months past.
Sometimes escape is the only solution we can humanly conclude; running, departing... Sometimes the void and space are the catalysts for clarity, understanding, and comprehension. Sometimes we need isolation.
Whether the past is exhilerating, horrific, euphoric, nurtured, broken, unknown or otherwise.... It is always connected to us. Yes I said it, unknown. I'm not fully convinced that even "the unknown" is something we can escape.
We can cope. Ignore. Harness. Bury. Accept and co-exist with our past, but we can not fully "move on" from it.
Choson gives me the capacity to think aloud. And publish thoughts from days...months past.
Sometimes escape is the only solution we can humanly conclude; running, departing... Sometimes the void and space are the catalysts for clarity, understanding, and comprehension. Sometimes we need isolation.
Monday, June 1, 2009
A Rarity!!!!
Rarely do I have the luxury and good fortune of a Free Monday. But here I am, Free of work.
Thusly, I've indulged in an hour of FLN (Fine Living Network---frickin' love it). I think Mark McEwan is a god. I would love to sweat in one of his kitchens.... anyways, he has a show on FLN, The HEAT, and it's captivating television. Truly. See it and believe it.
Absence from blogger has been due to the gorgeous weather and the greening of golf courses in the area.... I have no apologies. Somehow I've become a decent golfer...weird. I like it.
The restaurant has been jam packed---graduation weekends---and the summer schedule is looking great, weddings, rehearsals, events/private parties filling up the few weekends of the summer. I've been left to more or less manage the restaurant the past couple weekends while the bosses have been out of town at showers, wine tastings, Mother's Day Vacation to Napa..etc. [What a life; don't get me wrong, they're married to the restaurant too...but everyone needs to get away now and again--recharge, re-center, search for new inspiration and focus. I think it's a chef thing.]
Because I've picked up, in this industry, something can always be better. :o) **And if it can't, you're either ignorant and lack motivation, or you're hungover and in a food coma from the most mind blowing, palate tantilizing eating experience ever.
And now I need a sandwhich.
Thusly, I've indulged in an hour of FLN (Fine Living Network---frickin' love it). I think Mark McEwan is a god. I would love to sweat in one of his kitchens.... anyways, he has a show on FLN, The HEAT, and it's captivating television. Truly. See it and believe it.
Absence from blogger has been due to the gorgeous weather and the greening of golf courses in the area.... I have no apologies. Somehow I've become a decent golfer...weird. I like it.
The restaurant has been jam packed---graduation weekends---and the summer schedule is looking great, weddings, rehearsals, events/private parties filling up the few weekends of the summer. I've been left to more or less manage the restaurant the past couple weekends while the bosses have been out of town at showers, wine tastings, Mother's Day Vacation to Napa..etc. [What a life; don't get me wrong, they're married to the restaurant too...but everyone needs to get away now and again--recharge, re-center, search for new inspiration and focus. I think it's a chef thing.]
Because I've picked up, in this industry, something can always be better. :o) **And if it can't, you're either ignorant and lack motivation, or you're hungover and in a food coma from the most mind blowing, palate tantilizing eating experience ever.
And now I need a sandwhich.
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