Sometimes, life just seems to work out: when we least expect it, opportunities and roads and sometimes even bridges fall from the outer sphere of our lives and make themselves right at home, where they hadn't been before. Especially, especially, when life seems to be drifting into tedium and lack brightness or edge; those are the moments right before the storm, if we keep a lookout.
You see, it seems to often take us leaving our surroundings and our frustrations before we realize and finally see what had been right there in front of us the whole time, which we had not, in our oblivion, been able to decipher before. But then, it's a Pow and a Slam (think: old Batman tv shows) and all of a sudden, WE KNOW. We know the things we did not know just a few moments before. We can see clearly in front of our selves, just as though we finally got around to renewing our contacts prescription and oh yeah! this is what seeing is really like.
For me, I keep forgetting and then remembering that I have to travel and Keep Moving in order to find or recall all or most of the things which are significant or momentous. This week, for instance, I'm traveling to Portland, OR to visit some wonderful friends nestled in the outer inner skirts of a city I've of recently found myself pining for. It doesn't help that my wise old uncle suggested to me that I should find love and stay here, when I had always mostly thought that the East coast was where I would be 'expected' to stay.
But really, who is the one expecting? Is it I, who is expecting that others have something they expect to say? Or is it others, who expect me to figure it out on my own.
Somehow, I feel that assuming is not the way to figure it out.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Christening
First of all, let's get one thing straight, before I actually get to the post I was planning on posting last week: This post is late. But really what I wanted to say
is following:
Currently, I live in the South. Not the Deep South (does anyone who lives there actually call it that? Deep Southerners?), but the medium South, where you can find biscuits easier than you can find homemade pasta and you can be sure that a country music star will not be left with an empty venue, ever.
Also, because we are in the South, we don't usually have to deal with snow storms. Actually, that is only true for the eastern and central part of the state--Western North Carolina still has snow, and ice, and storms. Those of us in the east, we are not familiar with things such as snow mobiles and plows attached to the front of the truck. We know how to run to the grocery store and stock up on bread, milk, and junk food; we know how to stay home and watch movies until we explode.
On that note, last weekend my sister and I decided to go to Myrtle Beach, SC. There was a marathon going on there, and we had a friend to cheer on. Plus, who would say no to a weekend trip to the beach, out of state?
As we all know, in the last week 49 states received some sort of winter weather. SC, my dear friends, was not exempt. As we were driving down 95, getting close to the destination of our choice, we spotted those small, tiny flakes known as snow. They would get 'heavy' for a while, and then peter out. Then, just like hair-washing, the cycle would repeat itself.
As we were getting closer to the beach, we finally arrived at My destination: the Lodge outlet store. Because in addition to cheering on my sister's friend, I was also going to undertake the important and daunting task of Purchasing My First Cast Iron. When I walked into the store, I felt something like joy, which many get when around babies or cute petite animals. There was cookware, everywhere! All kinds of little doo's and thingy's to keep anyone busy in front of their heat source of choice.
After much deliberation, I finally settled on a 5 qt dutch oven, and an 8" skillet. The lid fits both perfectly and their heaviness is comforting in the hand. Best of all, they were 'seconds', which although pretty much impossible for an indestructible substance such as iron, equates to a lower price at the register.
Now, all I have to do is christen them, and my journey will begin.
is following:
Currently, I live in the South. Not the Deep South (does anyone who lives there actually call it that? Deep Southerners?), but the medium South, where you can find biscuits easier than you can find homemade pasta and you can be sure that a country music star will not be left with an empty venue, ever.
Also, because we are in the South, we don't usually have to deal with snow storms. Actually, that is only true for the eastern and central part of the state--Western North Carolina still has snow, and ice, and storms. Those of us in the east, we are not familiar with things such as snow mobiles and plows attached to the front of the truck. We know how to run to the grocery store and stock up on bread, milk, and junk food; we know how to stay home and watch movies until we explode.
On that note, last weekend my sister and I decided to go to Myrtle Beach, SC. There was a marathon going on there, and we had a friend to cheer on. Plus, who would say no to a weekend trip to the beach, out of state?
As we all know, in the last week 49 states received some sort of winter weather. SC, my dear friends, was not exempt. As we were driving down 95, getting close to the destination of our choice, we spotted those small, tiny flakes known as snow. They would get 'heavy' for a while, and then peter out. Then, just like hair-washing, the cycle would repeat itself.
As we were getting closer to the beach, we finally arrived at My destination: the Lodge outlet store. Because in addition to cheering on my sister's friend, I was also going to undertake the important and daunting task of Purchasing My First Cast Iron. When I walked into the store, I felt something like joy, which many get when around babies or cute petite animals. There was cookware, everywhere! All kinds of little doo's and thingy's to keep anyone busy in front of their heat source of choice.
After much deliberation, I finally settled on a 5 qt dutch oven, and an 8" skillet. The lid fits both perfectly and their heaviness is comforting in the hand. Best of all, they were 'seconds', which although pretty much impossible for an indestructible substance such as iron, equates to a lower price at the register.
Now, all I have to do is christen them, and my journey will begin.
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