August 12, 2004
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Busy day ahead….
It’s my turn to drive the van and take a load of residents from the
rehab center to the NA meeting. But first I have to put on the
teakettle and when it’s hot, pour it and three pitchers of cool water
into the SunShower bag for my shower, get clean and presentable and
drive the fifty miles to town. But I haven’t had breakfast
yet. Gotta fix that right now. My stomach is growling at me.…
Oh, yum! These muffins are as good hot from the microwave today
as they were when fresh from the oven yesterday. That endless pot
of old weak tea just keeps getting better. Inspired by HomerTheBrave‘s
advice, I added a wee smidgeon of maté to the mass of rare Sky Between
the Branches green tea leaves in the brewing basket. Hang on –
the coffeemaker just gurgled its last hiccup on this, the second
go-’round for the maté/green tea blend. I’ll be right back.…
That’s nice tea… I love maté, particularly the smoky-flavored
roasted kind. Earl Grey also has that smoky aroma, interesting,
intriguing…. I’ve consumed many cups of Morning Thunder, a
blend of black tea and maté. Moe (or his successors at Celestial
Seasonings) pulled it off the market for a while when the
down-with-caffeine craze was at its peak before the espresso craze
swept it away. I remember Moe from his little herb shop in
Boulder, with all those jars… the fragrance. That’s where I got
the copy of Back to Eden I carried to Alaska in my backpack and used
for identification of much of the local flora, as I stumbled around in
the woods, field guide in one hand, plant sample in the other, trying
to keep up with Charley during my first years up here.See, it’s little blasts from the past like that, those strolls down
memory lane, that I appreciate about Mercury retrograde. But
there’s no time today for writing memoirs or much of anything
else. I did want to share this bit from an email I received this
morning. It is from my favorite soldier in Iraq. He seldom writes about this sort of info, usually keeps the tone of his communications on a higher plane.“…oh shit, it’s getting up to 150 degrees
here and we still wear full body armor on top of that pulling guard shift
outside. I can’t begin to tell you how much that sucks. You would have to
mutilate the word suck and then do some really sick shit to it too.”So, that’s the news from the front, folks.
Gotta go now. Seeya later.
Comments (8)
Thanks for your comment/props … “normal” … tsk. There is no normal in my opinion. But I liked your ‘definition’ for it. Go you. Your xanga is awesome.
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Hehe… Glad you’re diggin’ the maté, mate.
thank you for your comments. i’m in recovery. what rehab do you work at? i was at ravens way in sitka when i was fifteen. at eighteen i was at a program in utah called passages. the focus of passages was healing through american indian spirituality which includeded many sweats and a vision quest at the end. we were in fishlake national forest for about 7 weeks….wait arent you a anthroplogist. I’m thinking about switchign my major to cultural anthropology from english. But i’m not sure what culutural anthropologists do. I mean who employs them, what is the pay like, is it hard to get work.
ps…the inukshuck pic looks cool…did you take it..i think thats what they are called. i read all james huostons books. i recomend the white dawn, spirit wrestler, and my favorite ghost fox.
You sound content today.
thanks for your comment, i realize that it’s completely true (actually, i realized it really really early this morning in a moment of revelation) and i posted another entry about it… honestly, i think too much has happened to her to ever fix her. the only person w/ the power to help her is my grandma, and she’s not cooperating. i guess we can only hope for her son. anyway, i like your xanga… i’ve been thinking about learning to read tarot cards for a while now, and reading your page has made me decide to do finally do it. can you recommend any of the better books or teachers?
Hello. I noticed that you subscribed to my Xanga site, so I came to check yours out. Having read some I feel almost honored and flattered that someone of your age and experience would be slightly interested in me. It’s encouraging, really. I hope you read some of my entries; I’ll certainly return to your site.
Is bricks calling you old?
Love what your soldier did to the word suck… It must blow to learn that….:o<