I have to write this, and I've been stalling. Spirit asked me to write. Today is the first day of school 'La Rentreé', on the computers, we are having a really bad heat wave, and there might be rolling blackouts in our neighborhood.
So, Anthony found me here stalling by writing reviews for our rabbit cage we bought on Amazon, and changing my password on Allrecipes.com....which, to him, is absolutely hilarious.
I have my books to go through today, but first when the shop opens I have to return a fifty dollar tee shirt we bought because it's one size too small for Anthony. Yesterday we did an abbreviated 'back to school shopping' and I had no clue the tee shirt was fifty dollars! OMG!
Yesterday I finally got to go run errands I needed to run. I stopped by the post office, the bank, an antique store, Costco (more later), BevMo!, and Ralph's grocery store. I drove my old car, the convertible, and it felt good to be zipping around the neighborhood in my little Z-4.
Costco has membership, and they sent me a rewards check. I cashed it for forty seven dollars and eighty some odd cents. But the clerk messed with me. When I asked if I could cash it, because last time with the other rewards, they ran out of cash!--he said, 'didn't you see it's only Monday through Friday?'. I looked with my reading glasses at home, struggling to find the small print. Then he said, 'I was just messing with you!'
I loved the antique store. I guess in my fifties, it's just been so many changes in how we live our lives! They had Motown playing, and I walked through the store looking for the perfect shelf to put in my closet to hold my purses.
Instead I found a bean pot, and a beautiful heart-shaped copper mold to match my other heart-shaped one from Switzerland I've had since 1998.
As I was checking out, I saw they had antique windows hanging from chains on the ceiling, instead of the lucite I've come to hate. It was nice.
And gently, Ross explained that when you have vacation, you get a souvenir...even a staycation...so my bean pot I can use to make Boston Baked Beans--the real kind like my dad grew up with--is my souvenir.
I felt mercy.
I feel like crying now even as I write it.
No real vacation, but Ross gently insists I get a souvenir.
With the cleaning of the house and the Marie Kondo I thought such things were not possible!
I'm so glad for his calm and his love.
I don't care about the cities in my country that have been taken out--Portland, Seattle, New York, Chicago, Minneapolis, Atlanta--it's a total war zone. I don't care about the insanity of right versus left, and even right versus wrong. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of everything.
So I focus on what I can.
I am still loving to everyone I meet. 24/7
I still listen to spirit.
I still write this when it's the thing I kind of wanted to put off.
I drew an Animal Magic card, Snake medicine, last night. I am being asked to survive all this stuff in order to Transmute it. It helps me to understand a little better.
This too shall pass.
Today, I woke Anthony up early, and we went for a walk in the neighborhood before breakfast. I still have my tennis shoes on. It was a good way to start the day.
I'll try to focus more and stop writing reviews on things...
Ross says to share the recipe, so I will: Pork Chile Verde
I forgot the canned chiles. I had one red bell pepper and one green one. I used two small onions. I used regular chicken bone broth. And instead of ancho pepper I added two dried Hatch chile peppers.
I also got special non-GMO uncooked flour tortillas, and you warm them up in the pan. It was delicious!
Ross doesn't say anything else, he just says to 'hang in there' message to you. And for me to go to the store to go get back my fifty dollars.
clap! clap!
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Twins
