Food is the best. I went to a farmer’s market today and the food was so good that I just had to give the picture more space than usual. One of the happiest days of my life was when a friend made roasted figs filled with goat cheese. I think figs should grow on trees. Wait, maybe they do.
Last week there was a blackout all over San Diego. At first, I was annoyed because I couldn’t work. But then, gradually, I became glad, because I couldn’t work. I took the kids to the pool and the pool manager told me he heard the power wasn’t going to come back on until sometime the next day. I felt a little giddy. This was as close to camping as I would ever want to get. I’m the type of person who, born in a different era, would be dead by now. I would have been naturally selected out and consumed by tigers because of my poor eyesight. If required to hunt rabbits for survival as a result of the power outage, I wouldn’t make it (should I hunt with a spatula or a collander?).
But I survived the power outage. I cooked — on my gas grill (no, can’t make fire with twigs either). I quenched my thirst with beer (which was made of hops and barley that someone planted). And the most startling thing happened that night. I discovered…moonlight. I’d heard that word before — and I’ve certainly seen the moon — but I didn’t get it until I saw it in the absence of other light that the moon actually provides light. And that night, a lot of it. So much of it that it actually kept awake up as I was lying on the floor in an attempt to keep cool (weakness #4: cannot withstand temperature fluctuations of +/- 3 degrees). [Full disclosure: I am the person who once walked in a field behind my childhood home and ran as if doing a jig because grasshoppers were touching me. Observing me, a friend of my brother’s asked, “Has your sister ever been outdoors?”]
But, moonlight! I’ve seen it. It only took me 40 years to experience it. Now I get it. Moonlight.
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