the way it is

Sometimes we are forced to "grow-up" fast. Sometimes the learning curve is directly upon you, and you don't have the luxury of having an opportunity to be ahead of it. Whether it be due to sheer circumstance or self infliction....

Halloween? Not a fan.

I don't like Halloween. I don't get into Halloween. Grumpy Gills? Maybe. What's the big deal about it? It seems to me, year after year, this Holiday turns into a ridiculous contest...
"who's going to have the most creative costume" ---> And How can I out-do, everyone else.

And of course there's always the standard naughty bumble bee or whatever. The Dirty Pirate Hooker. Gender-Stereotyped costumes on little kids. Someone will almost undoubtedly be dressed as "white trash." Dare I call all of these, Halloween Classic Costumes....ick. It's all bad news. They all negatively reinforce something in some-way or another.

And someone WILL in fact, have a better costume. AND someone WILL in fact be jealous, and make some low-line comments. And like always, Halloween becomes a dramatic, costume covered, night of high-wire Competition, fueled by a steady supply of cocktails, beer, and shinanigans.

Me. I'm more into the pumpkin pie. And even Jack-O'lantern carving. That's festive right? Lame.

Monday Night Dinner for Mom and Dad

Pan Seared Fillet of [Locally Caught] Brown Trout in lemon oil, butter and herbs----thanks Fisherman Bob.

Boiled Yukon Gold Potatoes with Crimini Mushrooms slow roasted in White Truffle Oil, fresh rosemary, and white onions

and a side of my favorite: Peas, Carrots, and White Onion softened in a Yellow Miso Broth.


dig it.


Two words: Very pleased.
:o) more for the recipe book....

IN SEASON

Today lindsey and i made homemade apple sauce. And Apple Crisp. *Baker's Note: Macintosh and Cortland apples = Great for baking. Slightly sweeter, more firm and meaty. Real butter. Brown sugar and your classic fall spices!


Trust me...your envy can't be big enough. :o)

Such a great Saturday morning...

Self Confidence

I'm a really good writer. I should do that more. Or blog. Or both. Wonder why I don't.

Hit the Road Jack

Okay. post, well over-due. I bought my first car last week. It's quite the experience (car searching and car buying). I love my new car. It's become a bit of an obsession, which I don't feel that embarrassed about. Freedom.

For Kitty

We are a certain "breed," a certain "type of person." We are those who operate high octane lives (admittedly sometimes by choice) and find success and sanity through our consistent routines. We are those who fill our heads with countless bits of data, information, experiences, names, knowledge, and sound-bits from the outside world, but rage our own internal battle each day, siphoning the pieces of larger mysteries. We are those who force our bodies through extreme physical submission; substituting wellness components with a double or triple espresso shot, a bowl of peas, and cheese slices "en route" instead of the cancellation and re-scheduling we should probably consider. *And we find pleasure in following it up with 2 and a half hours of excessive running, diving, jumping, and yelling all on account of a plastic disc. It is this beautiful canvas of complex and diverse energy that represents us.

Loss has brought sad days. And undoubtedly difficult transitions in your life.

may you continue to walk and breathe effort into the beautiful life you've created
may you laugh with delight at life's hilarious subtleties
may you do your Goofy Happy dance with disregard for where you are or who's around you
may you explore the world with the curiosity of the kitty we miss so much
may you heed the lessons that I've learned from you;

-surround yourself with love
-remember that you are blessed beyond belief
-You are there for me, and I am here for you

- you're never too far behind your opponent for the layout-bid, so never give up on the play...

thinking of you.