February 2014

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To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality.

John Rushkin

I was listening to this Patrick Watson song, which makes it quite impossible for me to remain still!

The cupcakes were homemade and delicious!

And yes, the glasses are new!


Hey Brother!


A big ol’ post, just because.

I am a super sucker for the bucket drummers and always tip generously. They work so hard, even in the rain!

The blue is sky.

At Memorial Coliseum to watch the Winterhawks win! There were a ridiculous amount of fights, r i d i c u l o u s. The first occurred a mere 1:20 into the game, sheesh. Give me a good check against the boards any day, but I cannot abide a fist fight, no siree. The little ones were four – six years old, and so sweet to watch. I was happy to see a girl amongst them!

On a related note, the hubster and I were laughing at all things Colleen. She likes watching hockey, tennis, and wild birds but never football or basketball. Give her beautiful architecture or good music of any variety and she is happy. Petite and smiling, but physically and emotionally stronger than she appears. She likes to garden, paint, draw, write, take pictures, and dance like a crazy person. She often quotes Seinfeld, obscure fil-ums, and song lyrics. She is kind and generous, a good baker and cook. A nutter butter in a nice package and wrathful when appropriate. Be kind to her.

Hey brother!

That’s Chris, son number one and child number three in the Sohn line-up. He was visiting for a long weekend.

We walked and talked and admired stained glass and water. This is at Mount Tabor.

Walk number two took us downtown, with the requisite stop at Powell’s, of course; Cacao, for the hubster and his mad love for all things chocolate; and Grassa, where yummy fresh pasta and the best fritto misto rule the land. Yup, yup. Oh, and the bike is where the Zoobombers converge.

Walk number three was over six miles! Our bunch is strong of leg and constitution! The camellias and witch hazel are in bloom! Look up to find art!

Chris and Colleen sporting spectacular spectacles.

And, finally, Jen LaRoche, one of the finest massage therapists, ever! I have been meaning to tell you about her for ages. She’s been soothing my aching limbs (and spirit) for a few years now, and in the most spectacularly kind and thorough fashion. I am a big fan of deep tissue and Thai massage, and Jen really is the best of the best. She bends and folds me like a pretzel, and I giggle with delight. I kid you not. If ever you need a massage, do yourself a favor and give Jen at Satya a try!


If you come as softly
As wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why, now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich earth between us
Shall drink our tears.

Audre Lorde



A fond memory of snow: the bright stillness of night, everything aglow.

The best and gentlest man I know with my favorite, and almost nineteen year-old, girl.

At Bob’s Red Mill, the white is a sheet of ice. I bought a cardamom bun, scads of dry beans, and a 25-pound bag of whole wheat flour. I can’t believe how quickly we go through it.

A “Welcome to Kentucky” flight of whiskey and bourbon at Tapalaya. Not a bad start to a lazy afternoon. I love sitting my nose close to the rim and inhaling just as much as I love the flavor on my tongue. Maybe because it reminds me of pipe tobacco and my Grandpa, the tins he stowed around the house, with me lifting the lids just enough to concentrate the scent in my eager nostrils.

The flight was followed by the quite literal blue plate special of crayfish etouffee, black-eyed pea salad, and garlic bread; and an oyster po-boy, sweet potato fries, and red beans. All was fabulous, as always, the biggest surprise being the salad. Unaccustomed to cold black-eyed peas, we were leery, but the flavor won us over right-quick.

My weekly decaf latte. It does a body good.

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I love you…

If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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