Underthecurrent


misc – rvsn
September 27, 2010, 5:19 am
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Thirteen dollar bottle of wine there, two dollar bottle of wine here. No eight dollar glasses in restaurants either.

All of the stress knots in my back are gone. With no intervention. Dissolved, done. First appearing in spring of first year, worsening through work last year, beaten into submission by painful massage therapy periodically.

The other day I made carbonara sauce for the first time. It was crazy easy and tasty. And, at the grocery store we discovered a packet cream pasta sauce with no actual cream. Whatever hydrogenated petro byproducts are in it, it was delicious and pleasing. At another grocery store I found 17% soy cream that is undergoing testing (coffee… fail? Cereal… decent). The dairy-limited life can be dealt with.

Starting to hunt for mussels in the rocks after high tide. We hiked them the other day and there were hundreds of tiny starfish in the tide pools. A crab screamed and doved under the rock (assumed crab). The goal, of course, is to catch and clean a fish without trepidation (fear of fish t.b. addressed during this process).

The pub in town is alive on the weekends. The older folks head down one way, the younger ones hold court a block away. Beer is cheap and the vibe is homey; the last time I was there someone had picked a bucket of oranges from his backyard and was offering them to whoever came in. It will be different during summer, season, when the town gets flooded by inland residents for a month and everyone makes enough to live on for the next year.

In New York, tried on all these clothes at Zara. Disinterested. Having just divested so much, anything less than perfect felt wasteful. Having just carried it through multiple connections, extra weight seemed frivolous. I left the city with a new dress from Little Brazil on Brazil Day (birthday purposes), one plain soft tshirt and a pair of sunglasses to replace the ones left behind about a year ago. Given the volume of interesting stuff available, this seemed like a waste.

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