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Friday, July 22, 2011

July glow (journal excerpt)





Spending the day on my bike like this, everything has taken on a deep shine... I look particularly beautiful. I am perpetually hungry, so that food seems uncomplicated and more delicious. There is no question of what I need or must prevent myself from eating today. I have already cycled 17 km, and Tim and I will set off again when he is finished work.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

I am Charlie Brown

"Everything I touch gets ruined."

On the flip side, decay and destruction.

Last night, I spilled water on my keyboard, and now my laptop refuses to chirp happily and blink to life.

The transplanting is necessary because my tomato plants are yellow and stunted.

Two nights ago, I dropped our blender. It too died.

The batch of sourdough on the counter smells slightly alcoholic.

And I even threw my newly-finished, beautiful sweater into the wash (on gentle), and shrunk it too small to put on.

If I have to buy a new laptop, I will not be able to afford Ethiopia. I am ashamed to say that I am living paycheque-to-paycheque as it is. (Though, as of the last one, my debts are basically paid off.)

I am afraid to touch anything. I am hopping on my bike for a cappuccino, and taking my journal.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

we live in a factory





And this pillow cover is the latest churned out. Thank you Laura for all your help. I know how to use my sewing machine now.

I've been trying this evening to get some good pictures of Tim's new worktable. It's sadly tiny, compared to the grandeur of the set-up he has in his parents' basement, but for the first time since we've been married and living here, he can work on his violin. The wetstone on the kitchen floor has been whirring again for chisels and planes, and I am glad glad glad to see him able to do this again.

I'm cutting out a pattern for a dress, and whipping up a tote bag. We have adopted a coffee plant. I am finished my sweater; I will display it soon. We are trying to root a pineapple and another avocado. We have major transplanting to do (if even 1/4 of the mosquitos would die off just a little bit for one second), and the bookshelf-painting continues. Today, my friend Amelia and I baked three different types of bread. (Five-Minute Artisan Bread, pizza dough, and Delicious Toast-and-Jam Bread.) I may make it four with some sourdough tonight.

Last but not least, I am making muscle. The dumbbells are out again.

There is some news

One month from now, I am going to Ethiopia for ten days.

Next year, I am taking the Winter semester off to write, postponing my university transfer by one year.

I am slowly putting up a new blog, where thoughts on learning-to-eat will go.

I am nearly halfway through one of the toughest books I have ever read (Godel, Escher, Bach).