Night before last JC and I went to Honga's for some sushi and sake and these were our fortunes. Nothing groundbreaking or deeply insightful, but as we were finishing up a futo maki with opakapaka, avocado, mango and red pepper (YUMMO) and sipping a Stella, I opened my cookie (with a never before tried technique of using one hand, almost like cracking open an egg, except the insides aren't as gooey and runny) and thought, ok, cool and, I can handle a life being peaceful and fulfilling, but no big whoop, right? JC opens his, using the old fashioned two-handed technique and sees his and is thoughtful for a moment or two. So I ask him, well, what IS your goal? And he points at mine.So now you will be wondering why I have included a photo of a plate with wild strawberries on it as well as a bizarrely shaped side table- chesty drawer thing. Well, here's the thing: I have no idea where I got that plate, perhaps Sister will, but my deep dark intuition/memory is leaning towards a thrift store somewhere. Now, you all also know that I have moved a bunch of times, and in the course of moving 11 times in 9 years, I was faced with the question of what do I keep and what do I save with every single item that I own. And what it came down to most times was, how many more times do I want to pysically move this item? And somehow, this plate weaseled a place into my heart in such a way that I have had it for 15, 16, 17 years??? Uncertain exactly, but there it was in my storage unit, waiting for some broccoli or a tortilla to land upon and it bring it back to life.
And then there is the side table chesty-drawer thing. I think Sister got that in college for chrissakes, way back in the early nineties and it, too, being uniquely odd yet endearing has managed to survive my transience and here IT is, hanging out in my new place, serving as That Drawer You Put Stuff In That You Don't Know Where Else To Put It. Go figure.
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I figured it out: the chest did not come from St. A days, I would never have driven it cross-country. After I got to Tride, the trailer park down by the old mine shut down and everyone had to move. The water was basically liquid lead, or something like that. Someone, either Pete or Duncan, took me down there to see a friend of theirs before he moved downvalley, and he gave me the little bedside table. And in Telluride it stays....
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