Dear Residents of Central and Southern California…
As a conscious citizen of the Northland, I would formally like to alert you of Prop 10478347, also known as Use It Or Lose It: The Appreciation of Livable Winter Weather Act.
This is what it looks like in much of the northern part of your great country right now:
This photo was snapped by government spies last week in San Jose, California:
As time goes by
Today the best friend and I met up for lunch at Finch’s Tea & Coffee House on Pender Street. I ordered the veggie sandwich on multigrain with potato nutmeg soup and masala chai tea. She ordered the avocado sandwich on a baguette with chamomile tea. The food was superb, and the atmosphere, lovely.
In less than a week, I leave for California. I return to home shortly after the 21st. She leaves for Mexico on the 20th, and arrives home early next year. We barely get to see each other as it is, and as it often happens, our vacation times tend to narrowly miss each other. This Christmas is no exception.
Her and I have been friends for over thirteen years now. Between then and now, time has taken us all over the place; different schools, different lifestyles, different goals, and different tastes in nearly everything—but despite that, we’ve always remained the bestest of friends.
Today, I’m thankful for soulmates.
A not so merry christmas photo
If only I could describe to you the picture of chaos that was going on before, during, and after the shooting of this photo. I’ve mentioned Winkey’s affinity for public displays of aggressiveness towards other dogs before, but this was truly the first time his antics have taken place against the backdrop of, “FREE DOG PHOTO WITH SANTA WITH DONATION TO ANIMAL SHELTER!”
Even Santa was a little afraid, and that overweight dude slides himself down chimneys every year.
Fire in the sky
Over the weekend, we got some funny weather. It started with heavy rain (that sounded from inside like it was going to break down the windows) and turned into something a whole lot more beautiful…
A rainbow!
And then the sky caught on fire.
Tight squeeze, cool breeze, now you’ve got the shiveries!
“And where are you from?”
“Vancouver, BC… in Canada”
“Oh, Canada! This must be warm for you.”
“Well actually…”
The lady with the skirt
This was spotted among the other bizarre sights on our road trip to Salt Lake City. Am I the only one who finds this really strange, and maybe a little funny?
(Other info of note: It was windy, and pieces of hay kept flying out and hitting our windshield as the horse was taking chunks out of it to eat. And then my mother commented on how, from behind, this horse’s behind looked like the behind of a fat women who’s skirt was blowing the wind.)
Red, yellow, orange
There are some crazy colors going on outside right now.
Embarrassing and proud
On our final evening in Salt Lake City, we met up with our team for dinner at Spencer’s For Steaks and Chops, a restaurant voted “best steakhouse in Utah”. This actually has nothing to do with what I’m about to write about, but I thought I’d throw that in there, because hey, you don’t see two vegetarians at a table with eight other plates of 14 oz, $33 steak everyday now do you?
(They also offered a wine list with prices up to $3000 a bottle, and no I am not kidding you. As one woman said: “If I’m going to drop that much money, I’d like to have something to show for it, like a pair of Manolos, or you know, A DIAMOND maybe?”)
While we were waiting for our food, the conversation on the southern end of the table turned to pictures of our kids, namely, the subject of carrying photos of them with us. Out of the five women involved in the conversation, one of them had photos of her children, one didn’t, one didn’t have kids, and two of them carried photos of their dogs instead.
So those who had photos passed them around. And just as I was putting my phone away, it hit me:
Retrospection
The open road
We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.
John Hope Franklin
Sometimes I feel like I have my toes curled around the edge of the universe.
