It seems like every blog I read lately has been making great proclamations that Autumn Has Arrived. All around, I see pumpkin recipes, trees turning colors, and the first leaves dropped on lawns.
Sadly, it’s still a bit early to be raving about the beauty of fall here in Los Angeles. The trees are mostly still green, the air is mostly still warm, and though fall traffic is in full effect on the highways, our only other hint of fall is that pumpkin patches are beginning to pitch their tents and hang their twinkly lights.
I’m done with the summer business and have reached the point of craving boots and tights—stews and breads—sweaters and socks.
Fortunately, reprieve is in sight. On Sunday morning, I leave for five days in Boston. It’s entirely work related with very little time for play, but I will be happy as long as I can take a lunch break under a colorful tree in Boston Common. With highs in the mid 60s, this California girl may even need to wear a sweater.
(P.S. It would be nice if Los Angeles could at least start making an effort by the time I return. I’m tired of sleeping with the fan on.)
As I am sitting down to type this, it is after 6 pm and I am still in my pajamas. I love days like this!
In addition to a gazillion loads of laundry, I have managed to make these amazing cookies:
Caramel Filled Apple Cider Cookies
I also sorted through today's CSA box, which is so filled with greens that I knew I'd need to freeze some because we could never eat so many greens in a week. (This week was chard, escarole, spinach, AND kale–that's in addition to tomatoes, peaches, strawberries, broccoli, anaheim peppers and celery.)
So, I chopped
And then after some good drainage in the salad spinner, I shoved it all into small portions in the freezer.
Overall, it's been an insanely productive day. It feels good to have tackled the CSA box on day one rather than scrambling to deal with freezing things as they start getting to that over the hill place.
I hate to say it, but bring on the Monday. (Ugh.)
After spending 3 hours stuck at the Reno airport with my coworkers on Thursday night with one flight delay after the next, it is so very good to be home.
I have a love/ hate relationship with travel. On the one hand, I love getting out of the office. It's so nice to have a break from the routine. On the other hand, it is so completely exhausting… And I don't sleep well in hotel rooms.
Still, time away makes me appreciate what I have at home that much more. I missed these giant basset feet!
I went to dinner tonight with one of my company’s clients. It was a lengthy meal, loaded with wine, and as the evening went on, the conversation suddenly shifted to both religion AND politics. Not exactly what I generally hope for at business dinners.
Everything was respectful, polite and engaging, but the conversation lead us to talk about my spouse, and again when someone asked me about my “husband,” I failed to correct them.
There is a part of me that feels like it was not the time or the place to out myself… But why not? Everyone else at the table spoke freely of their loved ones… Why should I have to change pronouns and make this extra effort to conceal what is simply my daily life?
I am married. Period. It so happens that I have a wife and not a husband… But why do I have to feel that it’s inappropriate to clarify that?
I hate the fear that forces me to think twice about these things. After all these years, the closet door is so, so much wider open that it ever was, but I still find myself retreating to the shadow of that door more often than I would like… Which is never.
I woke up all alone in a hotel room bed in Lake Tahoe this morning. Sometimes it’s nice to get away for a few days, but this time I really wish Catch could be here with me.
In a few minutes, I have to get myself together and out the door to work a tradeshow booth, but for right now, I am going to enjoy this quiet morning, beautiful view and hot cup of coffee. Maybe I can even squeeze in some knitting before my shower.