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scones and eggs

I made some scones–the recipe was called Brown Bread Scones. They were definitely good, but not the best. One problem was that the recipe called for unsalted butter. We only had salted butter. So we used that and decided to compensate by not adding the salt into the recipe as called for–big mistake! They were… Read More »

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cleaning house

The plum tree in the middle of the apartment complex courtyard has bloomed. It’s very rainy here, and I like it. We’ve instituted a new policy in response to Erik’s blatant disregard for the need to close cabinets after opening them. Any time I find a cabinet open and close it, he owes me one… Read More »

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walk

I’ve been on my period for three months. Erik said, “That must be draining.” I’m sick of it and know why it’s happening. But I’m going to the doctor if it’s not done in… one more month. You hear that, uterus? We went for a walk before it started to rain in earnest, the route… Read More »

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perfect satisfaction

I got what I wanted. My eggplant moju, cauliflower and cashew, mushroom soya, dal, brown rice, papadam, paan, and carrot salad garnish could not have been better. In Big Basin, we went for a long, slow walk and saw many kinds of mushrooms, including brown, yellow, and red cap with a white stalk. It was… Read More »

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recuperation

Long bath, pizza, laundry. A day of recuperation and chats, two waves of dishes, getting lost and laughing. Tomorrow: Santa Cruz, vegan Sri Lankan food, and a long fire with hopefully no mosquitoes because they’re hopefully all dead.

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mutant tree last day

My neighbor signs her name so big on the sign-in sheet that the loops of her letters fill half the space for my name. I print in tiny letters in an attempt to make her feel guilty. I cut the largest acceptable cheesecake slice and went outside to eat my beautiful plain cheesecake in the… Read More »

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mutant tree day four

Today was a non-day. I paced myself and budgeted my breaks so wisely that I found myself unphased and mostly unharmed at 4:40 quitting time. White petals were everywhere on my walks. You know those trees think it’s spring. They had trail mix for afternoon snack with high-end fruits like dried pineapple, cherries, and papaya.… Read More »

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Sunday

Vespers tonight was more beautiful than usual. Swami stopped in the corridor afterwards and waited for us to catch up. “Have some cookies,” he said, and held out one for each of us. We said thank you. I carried mine but couldn’t eat it–the cookies always have chocolate–and gave it to Erik by the car.… Read More »

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calls

I got a call tonight from this Mormon woman who sounded about my age, trying to recruit me to the church of latter-day saints, and she was really really nice, enough to make me cry, which everything is making me do today. She 100% reminded me of this friend I had in high school named… Read More »

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prisoner request

We’re not good friends. If I don’t buy him some books, I’m going to feel crappy, but if I do, I’ll still feel crappy, so I’m in a bad position. Anyone should be allowed to ask for anything, and I should be strong enough to feel okay with a “yes” or “no,” but I’m not.… Read More »