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Comparing Lists

27 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

We talk about our lists for a bit.

I want one of yours. She says.

Really? I wonder. Which one?

“Likes to dance in the living room.”

Yeah. I say. I like that one. Although, in my head, my guy is not only dancing. He’s dusting, and vacuuming. To music. Our music. Whatever feels upbeat and lively–motivation to get moving.

Although, he would also like classical. Classical. Upbeat. Something that gets us going. One of my favourite songs (BTW) is Ball from the Plunkett and Macleane soundtrack. Composed by Craig Armstrong. That’s one of my favourite movies too. But the song also is a good beat to run to.

I’m just remembering this conversation tonight. I don’t think I got to tell her that I like some of her description: “My man knows what’s important to him and how he would define a successful life; the love of friends and family, and knowing that life and love are not in the things we buy but in the people that love us.”

I’m going to add that to my list. I’m definitely going to add that.

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Work Boyfriends

25 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

The topic last week was work boyfriends…no…not boyfriends who work, or boyfriends that do work—boyfriends at work. When I called late Sunday evening, it was almost too late. My friend has one of her friends over and they have already been talking about boys.

I’m cleaning my house like mad, trying to get it ready for the renters arriving on Wednesday. Steve and Ana are painting trim and finishing off the bedroom. I take the phone to the other end of the house and start on the laundry room.

So? I ask. What’s up?

She’s giggly and admits there’s already been a conversation and a bottle of wine and I just wish I’d been there myself.

Work boyfriends. They were talking about boyfriends at work. The pros. The cons. The possibilities. Guys–you know who I’m talking about. You’re the guy at work we talk to, flirt with, spend our working hours thinking about…then…then we go home. And life goes on. Some of us have husbands or partners at home. Some of us don’t. I guess you could call us your work girlfriends.

Somebody I knew once said: “I don’t care where he gets his appetite. As long as he eats at home!” I have seen different perspectives. I have personally experienced different perspectives. I don’t have an answer to that. I guess whatever works for each individual.

So, the topic was: If you have a boyfriend at work, do you let your colleagues know about it? We’re just going to stick with a safe topic and assume that both parties are not attached to a separate third party. (That topic came up too. And I can only say that if you decide to get involved with another person who already has a significant other, know exactly – EXACTLY—what you’re getting yourself into. Be prepared for heartache, heartbreak, and disappointment.)

So. Do you let your colleagues know? We all decided it would be better for the relationship if you didn’t let them know. There’s somehow more excitement in your clandestine activities. However, I pointed out: Your colleagues will figure it out—eventually. They’re not blind.

We talked about what was attractive to us. Her friend is attracted to guys with degrees and higher education. My friend swears by the pheromones. Me—add an accent to that mix, and some witty banter, and well—we all agreed that if you had that combination—and you worked with us, you would likely become our work boyfriend.

They both had been flirting that week. I asked how that worked for them.

My friend scored some nookey.

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Tierra Vegetables Farm Stand

18 May 2008 By 1 Comment

I emailed Evie of Tierra Vegetables a few weeks ago to ask if I could write a feature article on their Farm Stand. I wasn’t sure if she’d remember me–because I’d met her through a friend. But of course she remembers and sure I can write an article. She tells me a good time to catch her (or anybody at Tierra Vegetables) is on Tuesdays or Thursday mornings–when they’re packing up the CSA boxes. “It’s pretty hectic and you’d have to be patient but you could get some good pictures and info.” I wonder what the CSA boxes are, but believe I’ll find out soon enough.

I find the Farm Stand off Highway 101 at the Fulton/Airport Boulevard exit and arrive on Tuesday morning around 9h30. Evie’s not there yet so I introduce myself and have a look around to get myself oriented. I offer to help get things ready for the CSA boxes.

Lee sets me up with a few bushels of garlic. She’s very efficient: “I need one hundred bulbs that weigh 3.2 ounces each.” Roxie shows me how to clean them and weigh them.

I start preparing the bulbs of garlic. Roxie is preparing chard and lettuce for the boxes. We start to chat. We talk about what Tierra Vegetables is doing with the Farm Stand and the CSA boxes. She says: “Well, for example, we grow everything that we sell. Or almost everything. If we don’t grow it, we know who does.”

She points to the field behind the Farm Stand: “Those are the strawberries that we’re selling today. We pick what’s ready and sell them as soon as they come in from the field.” Then she motions to the tractor that’s appeared behind me. “Those are the carrots that are going in the CSA boxes.” I grab my camera and take an action shot.

Tierra Vegetables : Fresh Carrots!

As I’m trying to finish prepping the garlic, a van rolls up and somebody shouts, “It’s the group from Santa Rosa.” Then, there’s hustle and bustle everywhere because the arrival signals the start of everybody else arriving to pick up their boxes.

Tierra Vegetables grows, harvests, and preps the produce. But you actually have to assemble your own box when you come to pick it up. Also, you provide your own “box”. It can be a paper bag, a cloth bag, a basket–whatever you want it to be. As long as you reuse it every week. Two guys get out of the van and start their assembly line.

I wait until it gets organized before I ask a fellow: “Where are you from?”

“Winzler and Kelly,” he replies.

“What’s that?”

“An engineering firm in Santa Rosa.”

“How come you have so many bags?” There seems to be about twenty different bags they need to fill.

“Well,” he explains. “There’s a group of us at work. Every Tuesday, somebody different has pick-up duty. We come out and fill up everybody’s bag and bring it back to the office.”

They’re on a timeline and by now, more and more people are arriving to pick up their CSA boxes. I wander out to the front of the Farm Stand to get out of the way and see what’s going on there. Evie’s chatting to everybody as she rings them up–she knows everybody’s names.

It finally occurs to me to ask: “What does CSA stand for?” As it comes out of my mouth, I remember reading about it on their website: “Community Supported Agriculture”.

COMMUNITY SUPPORTED AGRICULTURE

Tierra Vegetables : CSA Boxes

Evie explains that the idea of CSA is to connect the local community with local farmers. It’s about creating a relationship between the consumers of the food and the farmers growing the food and about knowing about how the food is grown.

I ask Evie, “How long have you been selling these boxes?

She thinks for a minute. “I think our CSA program started in 1992. We started with about 10 families. We’ve grown some every year and last year we topped around 200.”

A customer comes round front from assembly line out behind the Farm Stand. Evie introduces us, “Denise, meet Jennifer. She’s writing an article for a Healdsburg Magazine. Jennifer, why don’t you talk to Denise?”

I start talking to her. She’s been part of the Tierra Vegetables CSA program for over three years. “What do you like about it?” I ask.

“Well,” she ponders. “I really like that it’s fresh. I like that it’s fixed. I mean. I just arrive and my vegetables are already chosen for me.” She pauses, “I guess I like that I don’t really have to think about what I’m going to be eating this week. They’ve done it already.”

What do you mean? “, I prompt her to explain more.

“Not only is the produce grown and picked for me, Evie also emails recipes for what’s in the box that week. It just makes my life easier. And,” she perks up, “I never would have some of the vegetables if they hadn’t been in the box–like cactus!”

I nod my head. I know what she means. Having somebody else think about planning my meals every week would definitely make my life easier.

I ask Evie how to sign up for their CSA program? She tells me there is a waiting list of about 25 or so right now. But all the information is on their website: TierraVegetables.com. Or just email, call, or stop by the Farm Stand. She repeats with a laugh, “You can always just stop by the Farm Stand.”

SUSTAINABLE PRACTICES

Wayne James : Tierra Vegetables : Fresh : Sustainable : Produce

I talk to Wayne as he finishes preparing the bushels of garlic. He’s set himself up in the shade and he stands with one leg up resting on the bench. I notice he doesn’t wear shoes. And I remember somebody telling me once that he never wears shoes. He’s always barefoot in the fields. I make a mental note to ask him about it.

Now, I ask about his history with farming and with farmer’s markets.

“We’ve been farming most of our lives. In the 70s, I was running a produce farm up in Potter Valley. Farming has been our way of life for over 25 years. CSA is only part of it.”

“Part of what?” I ask.

“Sustainability.” He states the obvious. “Everything we do here is environmentally, socially, and economically sustainable. It has to be all three.”

I email him later to ask him to elaborate on this explanation. He sends me his own words:

Sustainability is economically, socially, and environmentally friendly practices. To make it work, you have to have all three parts and all three parts must be as equal as possible.

  • Economically means that the farm can support not only the farmers and the farmers families but also all the farm workers and their families.
  • Socially means that it needs to support the local community and be part of the local community by supporting the local businesses, supporting the local residents (don’t spray, don’t disrupt the farm’s neighbors, etc, paying our workers living wages, and supporting them how we can).
  • Environmentally means that we use practices that least impact the environment, from not using plastic for coverings in the beds, to not using pesticides, fungicides, herbicides, etc.

This is the balance we strive to achieve and it means keeping our money in the community. It’s very complex, and we have a long way to go. But every day, we are working towards this definition of sustainability.

FARMER’S MARKET vs FARM STAND

Lee James, Wayne James, Evie Truxaw, Megan O' Laughlin, Jennifer Watson. Front: Brian with dog Gordon and Roxie Nall

I ask Wayne about selling the produce. Do they only have this Farm Stand? Or do they sell at other Farmer’s Markets?

He sort of sighs and says, “We used to do Farmer’s Markets everyday around the Bay Area. At one point, we were travelling to Farmer’s Markets as far away as Danville.”

“But really, with the cost of everything–time and transport–it was soon not becoming worth it. When this land became available, I knew it was where we needed to set up and start the Farm Stand. “

“Now, our transportation costs consist of bringing the food from the field (he waves his hand behind him)—to the Farm Stand. And, we use those (he motions to the huge wheelbarrows) as transportation.”

Tierra Vegetables leases 17 acres of farmland from the Sonoma County Agricultural Preservation and Open Space District. And a few more acres out by their own home. Everything they sell they grow on the land they farm.

If they don’t sell it, it goes back to their licensed kitchen to become part of their prepared food offerings. If it doesn’t sell or get prepared in the kitchen, it’ll go back into the land or fed to the animals. They have chickens, sheep, and sometimes pigs at home on their farm.

I ask him if he knows how many people buy from Tierra Vegetables and he works out the figures right there.

“We have about 500 families who buy from the Farm Stand in peak season.

“We have about 200 families subscribing to the CSA program.”

“And Lee sells to about 100 different customers on Saturdays in San Fran (because they continue to sell at the Farmer’s Market at the Ferry Plaza on Saturdays). So—I guess roughly, that’s about 800 families who we supply from our land.” He looks satisfied as he realizes the numbers.

I say to Wayne: “Roxie said that you built everything here at the Farm Stand from recycled materials.” And I ask him to explain.

He laughs and says: “How do you want me to explain? What do you want me to explain?”

I think. “For example, where did you get the materials to build the stand?”

He shrugs and points to the wood framed boxes that display the produce. “That wood came from the old Frizelle-Enos feed store out in Sebastopol when they tore down the old building.”

He points his shears at the structure where he’s shucking garlic. “This wood is from when the fence out there (and he motions to the field) blew down and we had to replace it.”

“Those pipes (that hold the shade tarp over the actual stand itself), those pipes are from our old well out on the farm.”

“The shade tarp is actually an old billboard that you see out on the highway.” He smiles, “One of my friends got it for me.”

“And that’s an old shipping container.”

I get the idea. Everything. Everything to do with Tierra Vegetables –quite literally from soup to nuts—is either grown from seed, recycled, or re-used. They support their family, their worker’s families, and (in peak season) up to 800 other families.

And how can you not support that?

MORE INFORMATION

Before you go somewhere else on the internet, have a look at the photo album of this day on Flickr.
Visit the Tierra Vegetables Farm Stand (directions)
Open 11:00 am – 6:00 pm
Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday (Wednesday when tomato season starts)

LINKS

Tierra Vegetables CSA program
Tierra Vegetables website
Sonoma County Agricultural Preservation and Open Space District
More on CSA in general

Filed Under: Life in Healdsburg

My Friend’s List…

15 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

My friend sent me her list (which is more of a personal essay), but it is still her list of qualities she’s thinking about.

Beware..Friend..You’re now out there on the internet. It’s not so bad–once you get used to it, but some people know you and some people don’t. The people who know you will now know more about you. And that’s all I have to say about that!

Here it is readers, my friend’s list on the qualities in her ideal life partner:

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Hello Jennifer,
Here it is “the list” sort of. It is open, unplugged and out there, also not sure I want the family reading it, but here it is…maybe they know someone who fits!

Right now, he is imagined–but the chemistry, it will be real.

The dare. – Your turn! (Done…see entry below)

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The Imagined “Ideal” Man…

This started out as a list: Characteristics, personality, physical appearance. But it is evolving into a rambling essay of characteristics, behaviors and random events. It’s probably incomplete, people often end up with someone with characteristics they weren’t expecting but you need to have a basis to work with, change and form as you move forward. So to start: my imagined ideal man is down to earth and lives an active lifestyle. Sounds simple enough but let’s go down that path… He needs to be outdoorsy; and not in that trendy, gotta-wear-Gortex type of outdoorsy way, but that back-to-nature, respect-for-animals, type of outdoorsy.

He is passionate about life, world visions, local issues and me. He is comfortable in his own skin and appreciates the beauty of the human form and a good woman’s curves.

My man knows what’s important to him and how he would define a successful life; the love of friends and family, and knowing that life and love are not in the things we buy but in the people that love us.

He is smarter than me at something and he is physically better than me at some something, but not everything. His devilish sense of humor sets a twinkle in his eye but he is never mean.

Then there are the basics that need to be considered; cooking, kids, and sex. How does my ideal man rank? He can cook – or at least BBQ. He might even enjoy cooking with me. Kids? – maybe. But even if not; there must be a similar (no, not necessarily the same) belief in the things that are important when raising a family, the things like time shared, rules, and being “parents”.

My guy likes to touch. And no, I do not mean groping, I am talking about the unconscious hand at the small of your back, sitting close, and holding hands. He must appreciate physical intimacy and enjoy great sex. Most guys will tell you that’s them, however, there is a difference in the touch and the way my guy talks about the closeness to me. My guy knows that I am always different and today I may want, or do I dare say need, sweet, sweet love – but tomorrow I may want him the second he’s through the front door. I have a friend who calls it “sexually bipolar” – yes, that’s how I want my man to be.

People talk about tall, dark, handsome and all that jazz but my man is attractive to me and there is chemistry. Yes, nice shoulders to support the frame and a nice butt; definitely. Nice butts however, come in all forms and it is the whole package that I am looking for – did I mention chemistry?

Other friends have suggested that the imagined ideal man is “new or used, but not borrowed”, I disagree, for me the ideal man is slightly used or he would have no character.

So, my imagined ideal man summed up in a few inarticulate words? Maybe, but nothing can describe the character, the intimate understandings, the warmth of his touch, and the longing in my heart. No – my man cannot be defined by a label or by words, he is the moment and my everything.

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My List…a dare is a dare…

15 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

When my marriage fell apart a few years ago and I was in counseling (all kinds of counseling — professional, with friends and family, the self-help section of book stores, the self-help section of the internet…), I decided it would be good for me to create a list–A list of things I thought were important in my life and in particular, in a life partner. If I ever met someone else, I would have this arbitrary list of qualities I thought were important that I could refer to and hopefully, it would help me make decisions which would carry me forward.

In these last few conversations I’ve had with my friend-from-forever (or at least high-school), I said that if she let me post her list, I’ll post mine.

So here it is folks. I am now out there on the internet. Unplugged. Unedited. RAW. Without further adieu, here is the partner section of my life list….

PARTNER:
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Available
Good teeth, flosses
Prioritizes health
Eats well and exercises
Of sane mind and body
Positive attitude
Positive thinking
Honest
Creative
Smart, witty
Honourable
Of high integrity
Of high principles
A whole person
Has a sense of self
Knows who he is and what he’s about
Empathatic
Kind
Likes giving sexually
Likes recieving sexually
Specifically: we have great sex
Values people
Has respect for himself
Has respect for others
Can articulate his wants and needs into tangible actions
Isn’t afraid of intimacy
Takes responsibility for his actions

Likes to dance in the living room
Wants to cook together (really cook together!)
Likes music and exploring new music
House trained (can do dishes, and housework, and share in the duties of everyday life)
Wants family (starting with pets)
Likes my family
Laughs alot
Laughs a lot at himself
Comfortable with himself
Comfortable with other people
Likes independent entertainment or other art forms
Wants to bring me coffee in bed in the morning
Non-smoker, preferably never a smoker
Likes the outdoors
Likes getting outside: camping, backpacking, hiking, biking, kayaking…
[delete]
Boxers preferred
Likes good food and good wine and good company
Entrepreneur
Dresses well
Active life style
Foreign or well-travelled. Must speak the same languages though.
Loyal, respects me and my person
Seat down!

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No sign of nookey…

12 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

I call on Sunday evening as I’m packing up my room. SO…how was your week?

Hi. How was your week? She asks me the same question as soon as she picked up the phone. We laugh and start over.

So. I repeat. How was your week?

Well. I got kiss and a snuggle on my birthday.

My heart sinks. I remembered her birthday ON THE DAY, but forgot to do anything about it. I’m wrapped up in my world of contracts, websites, and rentals. UGH. I have to get a life. But the kiss and the snuggle sounds promising. So I tell her: Well. That sounds promising.

Nope. Not really. I got a kiss and a snuggle and a “I just want to be friends”.

Oh. “Just friends”. We all know how that feels. But at least she (they) are mature enough to be friends. And mature enough not to start anything physical.

We talk a little bit about the one of the Sex and the City episodes where Carrie is researching her column on having sex like a man. And she meets Mr. Big a few times around town. And he finally gives her a ride home. And he asks: Why are you researching such topic? And she says: Well. It seems like a good way to have fun, don’t you think?

And he says she obviously hasn’t been in love before.

And we (my friend and I) determine that there really is a difference. Attachments start once anybody starts in physically (especially more than once).

We talk about that for a bit. Being able to put yourself out there knowing you might get hurt. And I know I can’t do that yet. BUT damn! I know I’d certainly like the feel of a warm body–but I’m just not putting myself out there like that (unless you count making out with a 20-something on a Friday night after I’ve had a few drinks–but ugh–have to watch out for that. Don’t want to become known as the local syphtonicmegatoid).

She’s putting herself out there though. She’s not afraid. She has a list even. I tell her if she lets me post her list, I’ll post mine (and then we’ll both be out there). COMPLETELY. UNPLUGGED. RAW. EXPOSED. And not just out there in our little hometowns. Out there. For real. On the internet.

She said she’ll take a few days to come up with the one she wants to post.

We talk about boys. Man. That’s what we do. We talked about boys in high school. Now we talk about boys from high school. And I don’t even remember their names until she says them:

Chris Jeselnik (definitely a spelling mistake). I’m going to have to look him up.
Bruce Wilson
Jason Casey
Lee Parker (I remember Lee Parker)

Those are the only ones we remember right off the bat. I tell her she needs to get on Facebook and start reconnecting.

I’m packing up my room and I find the photo album from when we went to Europe in Grade 12. And laugh. We’d ended up in London at the other end of the hotel from the rest of the group. We had ADJOINING ROOMS with three fellows from Georgetown University. I only remembered two names: Tony Giaccobi and Felix Bachoftner. I have a letter from Felix somewhere I’m going to post on my other website. It wasn’t a love letter, but I probably wish it were.

How is it that we didn’t get into more trouble with those guys? I ask.

Because we were so responsible Jen. That’s why we got the room on the other side of the hotel. We were the only ones who didn’t require supervision.

Too bad. I muse. We know could have had much more fun with those guys. Didn’t they invite us to the Les Mis production? Good God! Why didn’t we go to that? What were we thinking? (Was the three-dimensional neon L over my head even then?).

Probably.

We could have talked all night, but I had to finish packing and painting and everything so we just left things at that. She’s going to send me a letter to post on the other site. She found it while she’s packing up her house.

She’s also going to send me her list! I’ve got to dig mine up. A dare is a dare.

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Ode to a mouse

7 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

Well, not really, but you’ll recognize the literary reference to Robert Burns. Regardless, this post is about a mouse. My friend told me today in the Skype that she had a wee visitor last night. She was watching TV and she heard rustling under the sink. She went to investigate and discovered a mouse in the bottom of the garbage pail!

She grabbed the can, dashed outside, tipped it over, and let it go. *I* said she needed a slap-trap. It’s two bucks and she won’t have mouse problems anymore. BLECH. They are fine in the field and in the forest. I don’t want them in my house though.

She said he came back, so today, she’ll go get a slap-trap and set it up.”Yep,” I said. “You need a slap-trap.”

In Ottawa, we once had a mouse. We were renting a fully-furnished place for a few months after we took six months off to travel in Central America. There was a LAY-Z-BOY in the living room with a blanket to snuggle under while you were watching TV. One day, I discovered a pile of peanuts under the blanket and I was mortified. I thought Stephen had been eating those peanuts and had let a few fall, AND HAD JUST LEFT THEM THERE. They were even in a tidy little pile.

The next day, I found some peanuts stashed in the hall cupboard–and I realized that Stephen wasn’t stockpiling them there. We must have a mouse. I didn’t know what to do about it though. I went and found the peanuts in the kitchen and threw them away. One morning I got up and a tinfoil-covered chocolate Santa was dragged behind the radio, half-eaten. It wasn’t just peanuts anymore. Now, he was getting personal.

I went out and bought a humane mouse trap. I stuck peanut butter in it and set it out. The next morning, I checked. No mouse. I put cheeze-whiz in it and went to work. I got home. No mouse. AND MORE Santas were gone. YUCK! A mouse in my kitchen.  YUCK. YUCK. YUCK.

Steve went out and bought a two-dollar slap-trap. We put it out that night and in the morning–dead mouse.

I didn’t feel sorry for it. I gave it a chance.

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It wasn’t a date…

5 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

It was just a duck. With the potential of a buffalo or a bear. I called my friend yesterday–to make sure she arrived home after her weekend away. Silly me–I thought it was a date. But, her friends had just invited her to go duck hunting–but I didn’t know that until later.

She’d had a stressful week at work making decisions about her employment future and it was just good to get away from it all. She ended up in a gutted camper van on a cot with a sleeping bag and a dog. The dog was for company (and to alert her for wild animals such as buffalos or bears–none of which she’d want to encounter if she had to pee in the middle of the night.) We laughed and talked about that for a while, the pros and cons of outhouses vs. just going. And I told her I have a blog entry on “how to pee in the woods (and keep your dignity“). But, basically, she thought it was funny that she should have to open the door to the camper and look both ways before she stepped out into the night.

What were you looking for? I ask.

Buffalo. She laughed.

Buffalo?

Yep. You don’t want to step out into the middle of a herd of buffalo.

And all I can think is: Why are you camping in the middle of a herd of buffalo?

She wasn’t, but apparently, there were enough buffalo in the area — that there could have been a possibility that they would wander into their camp.

Right then. I say. Buffalo. What else? How was the rest of the weekend? (AND MY REAL QUESTION IS: DID YOU GET ANY NOOKEY?) because I still didn’t know that it wasn’t a date.

And she talks about shooting the rifles (and I don’t know when she learned to shoot rifles–I’ll have to ask her about that). And hunting ducks. They bagged two ducks. But, she says, the 12 gauge has a nasty bite if you don’t shoulder it properly. I have to ask is she bruised her boob (because I’m still trying to find out if she got any nookey).

No. She’s a bit indignant. I bruised my shoulder and now it’s sore.

So that’s it? You shot two ducks and had to watch out for buffalo before you went pee–what kind of a date was that?

She said it was just a weekend with friends. Just regrounding and regrouping after her stressful week at work. A weekend unplugged. (And that sounded sort of romantic to me).

Oh. I say. Where was your date?

She didn’t have a date. Just a weekend away with friends. She got some kisses from her puppy though. Does that count?

I guess, I sigh. I guess.

What about you?, she asks. What do you have to report on? Because she knows how uncomfortable I am. I tell her that after my housemate moved out on Friday, that I was relieved that it was done–I took myself out for a drink. And I had two blood-orange margaritas at Barn Diva. And I think the bartender made the second one really strong. And I talked to a couple visiting from Oregon. And I took them over to John and Zekes so they could have more of a local experience. And I ended up making out with a 20-something out back.

Does that count?

Definitely. She laughs. Definitely.

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Duck hunting date

2 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

From my girlfriend in Yellowknife:


Hey there,
I won’t be home until late Sunday afternoon for our chat.
I have been invited to go duck hunting in one of the “local” communities. (350km away)
I have been told to bring a blanket, pillow and a 24 case of beer (the cost of an expedition in this community)
So I am off to the store to pick up a few munchies for the trip and of course the “Fee”
I have also been told to bring a hat. I may need to cover the hair in the local watering hole so as not to attract too much attention from the “studs”!!!
Call me Sunday night to hear how things went!
Call me; just to make sure I get home, and not carted off, after all – some might consider me…”A Good Woman“…

:)
Cheers!


I’m definitely going to call her. Make sure she didn’t get carted off. At least she’s flirting. I wonder who she’s going to the local communities with? I’m sure the comment about the hat refers to her hair. She’s a redhead. And, believe it or not, there’s only one in five people who are true redheads…and there’s not all that many people in the North West Territories. She’s definitely unique.

You’d better answer your phone Deborah, or I’ll..I’ll chase down that man who invited you and…and….well…there’s no-knowing what I’ll do. I am from Yukon….

Hey…is duck hunting akin to ice fishing?

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Digital fashion

1 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

I’m so geeky, I think this is funny (from my email subscription to TheLadders.com email).

From The Ladders.com email newsletter.

I’m trying to downsize my paper files and put everything online. I don’t think I’ll go this far though.

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