Sunday, March 13, 2016

you were always pretty reckless with your love

This weekend, I felt a bit like Martha Stewart, but like with machine gun tits. Friday night I stayed up until four, then got up, made three frittatas (carmelized onion, goat cheese, mushroom, a spanakopita style one, and a southwest ham/habenero) and mimosas for 8 people, Then Josh and I threw down on the house in excellent style. Got so much spring cleaning done that everything is all glowy. All meals planned for the week, all groceries bought. As a reward for myself, I went on a five mile run to some good metal.


The party was really fun. I got to catch up with some people I'd really been missing, including Jr3, Laura, and Joe. I read a little tarot and met some interesting new friends. I overheard one of them talking about how cool he thought I was to his buddy, which was really flattering. I've been in such a bad cycle lately that I'd kinda forgot that new people could like me, too, that I've got good stuff about me, not just garbage to be thrown away. I needed a night like that.


It's so relaxing to have my house in good shape. The weather is perfect for the season. Last night, at dusk, the windows were open and there was just enough light that everything felt blue and soft.


I also made a nice fancy curry. I served it with sliced spring onions, basil, and cucumber as a garnish.


This morning, I got up and took my coffee out on the front porch. As if waiting on me, there was my crow from last week, looking right at me and sitting in my side yard as if to say "where is my snack?" I had saved the trimmings from the chicken I put in the curry last night, so I went in and got them, then tossed him a scrap.  He'd take a piece, fly off to eat it, and then fly right back and look at me expectantly until I tossed him another piece. He's a handsome boy (I think he's male because the males are supposed to be larger; he's absolutely huge.) If he'd like to be friends, I wouldn't mind him hanging around. It is the crow moon, after all.


And here's a cherry pomegranate mimosas I made this morning as well, so it's not all carrion crows.

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