when baby j found himself on the wrong side of the law.
—
“i promise you a police car on every sidewalk.”
-marion barry
there is something wrong with this.
it’s like starting out your journey
by surrendering to the inevitable traffic jam,
knowing you’ll be frustrated and angry.
what about making
a tiny carry-out espresso cup
instead
that reads:
“just a quick shot to enjoy
as we’re sure you will
soon be arriving
at your destination?”
i could really go for that.
last weekend, the residents of tualatin, oregon held its annual west coast giant pumpkin regatta—a quirky annual october event in which participants dress in costumes, hollow giant gourds into makeshift vessels, and paddle them across a local lake.
the oversized squash are generously provided by the pacific giant vegetable growers, a regional group of gardeners who promote the cultivation of “obscenely large, healthy vegetables.” (this year, one of their offerings tipped the scale at 1,794.5 pounds.)
after the pumpkins are measured in a “terminator weigh off,” they’re cut open, scooped out, and transformed into tiny watercrafts.
contestants climb into them, take to the water, and engage in a series of races—that is, if their boats don’t start leaking, which happened to at least one contestant.
twenty-one individuals attempted the 2015 regatta—a physical feat that, despite its whimsical nature, one frustrated rower described to as “brutal” and “exhausting.” now in its 12th incarnation, the regatta drew thousands of onlookers, who enjoyed pie-eating contests, costume competitions, and live entertainment while they weren’t watching others flail around in the water.
—
“i would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself,
than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
― henry david thoreau
—
credits: mental floss magazine, oregon live
recently
i’ve found myself
in an
ongoing battle of the wits
with the squirrels
who come to play in my yard
and who
have recently
kicked
their games of
mischief
and
merry-making
up a notch
rearranging the candles
messing up the table
eating buds from
the bright green gardenia plant
just as it’s about to bloom
tearing down and making off
with the tiny flags
and
leaving nothing but
a trail of snacks behind
i picture them holding secret meetings
inside the knothole
of the big tree out front
assigning jobs
creating new strategies
giggling
chattering
in their native squirrel language
discussing
how to
step up their game
and
i am
losing the battle
but
next
i’m
going to
try to make friends with them
or
go undercover.
—
‘right now, we’re just trying to
beat the squirrels to the pine nuts.’
– arlene ward
—-
image credits: squirrelpicnic.com, rabbitwhiskers.com, littlenummies.net, those darn squirrels
made a big pot
of bubbling hot
french onion soup
ladled it into little bowls
topped it with
buttered french bread slices
gruyere cheese
broiled it until it was just so
fully enjoyed it
though i knew
my big pan
was going to be tough to clean
after caramelizing the onions
and
cooking it for
such a very long time
to create a rich flavor
so
after our meal
and
emptying out
the rest of the soup
i remembered
an old kitchen trick
reheat the pan
on low
with a little
water and dish soap
to unstick the brown bits
making for an easier cleanup
and
went off to work
on an art project
in the other room
music playing
windows open
nice breeze on a hot night
a familiar scent filled the air
wondered why the neighbors
were grilling out so late at night
took a break from the art
to get a drink of water
realized the
‘grilling’
was going on right in my own kitchen
apparently
i’d forgotten about
my clever cleanup trick
that was fully in process
the water had cooked down long ago
the pan was almost on fire
inside was black and crackling
i quickly turned off the heat
grabbed the pan
with hot pads
put it into my sink
too hot to add any water
let it cool down overnight
in the morning
finally decided to
tackle the scrubbing job
now made so much harder
with the ultra char-grilled pan
went to pull it out of the sink
it seemed a bit stuck
wrestled with it a bit
finally used all of
my upper body muscle power
snapped it out of there
flipped it over to see why
it was sticking
and
voila!
it had been so hot
that it had melted right to my sink
and when i yanked it out
it took some of the ceramic with it

now
i need
a new pan
and
a new sink
but
damn, that soup was good.
—
“the only real stumbling block is fear of failure.
in cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”
― julia child
so excited!
we put the food together quickly
packed a picnic
headed out to the arboretum
our sanctuary
right in the heart of the city
on a perfect late summer night
to see live opera
performed by
university music students
found a parking space
how lucky!
hauled out our gear
hiked in a mile
worth it!
found the amphitheater
saw an open space for a great place to sit
our luck just kept getting better!
didn’t hear any music
wondered if we were too early
didn’t see any signs of a musical set-up
didn’t see any people around
walked on a bit
listened
to see if perhaps
the music was
in another location in the park
i even said,
(a bit indignantly and dismayed),
“the paper said it was on the 23rd at 5:00!”
at that
mg turned his head
looked at me
and
it was then that i knew
something was wrong
he calmly mentioned
that it was actually
still the 22nd at the moment
we were a bit early
24 hours early
but at least we had great seats.
—
after a year
of owning
my car
and driving it
multiple times
most every day
i suddenly noticed
yesterday
that it was
saying goodbye
to me
as i pulled into the garage
gathered my things
and
got ready to leave.
my message was
just a little colorful note
left on my dash
placed there
by the subaru’s
electronic heart
and
for some reason
i sighed
wistfully
and
said goodbye back.
and now that i’ve seen it
i’m sure
we’ll be saying goodbye
each and every day
for many, many more years to come.
—
it’s time to say goodbye,
but I think goodbyes are sad and
i’d much rather say hello.
hello to a new adventure.
– ernie harwell