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This rain and then some

The sky turned a dusky yellow as the rain picked up.  In a quiet house, the sound of rain can be so comforting, a steady beat that makes you realize that regardless of Facebook, internet, cell phones you are still–we are still connected to nature, even if you are in the heart of the suburbs.

Last night, my family and I ate at a Farm to Table restaurant in Kingston, dining on lavender honey and ricotta, arugula and eggplant caviar, exotic fare indeed.  My niece discovered beets could be yellow, and ventured to try agnolotti, small pockets of pasta stuffed with silken ricotta. A bowl of zucchini and jalapeno soup with yogurt was an Indian family’s dream and eagerly passed around for sampling. We recalled the episode in “Portlandia” about the farm-raised chicken.  There were many more dishes but I remember now dessert, of which we seven shared four creative delights.  But there was more sweetness in the parking lot, laughing and filled with the good humor following a good dinner, as we hugged and talked and hugged some more.   My family, ranging from seventy-seven years to nine, having survived all that families survive, was having a good time.

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Leave Taking

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What I’ll miss about this mountain town is too much to list.  I like walking down to my favorite cafe and shopowners call out a greeting.  I like stopping for a chat.  I’ll miss the used booksellers; the overpriced athleticwear store, though they now use a conservative woman’s name to advertise their bras, so I won’t miss it too much, only the people working there; the Indian man who always says hello though I don’t go to his store; the cleaning goods proprietor who waves.  Sometimes I’ll run into a friend, or an old student.

I’ll miss the gourmet cafe, the gourmet pizzeria, and the gourmet restaurant I have yet to try. I will miss the Yoga Workshop.  I will miss the used furniture store.  I’ll miss ordering a pizza from the good pizza place. I’ll miss seeing the sign of our state representative over another sign advertising a dispensary.  I’ll miss the fresh-baked cookies in the my second favorite cafe, the Long Island guys who make sandwiches at the store around the corner.  So much consumerism, so much heart.

I’ll miss the Boulder Farmer’s Market, Red Wagon, Hazel Dell, Sanctuary Chai; Brillig’s Bakery; the Smoothie Guy & Co.; the Sisters Pantry; Udi’s, the Flower women,the Plants Women, and various friends who are ready with a smile or a hug or both.

I miss my friends.  I have already left, as I take up this post again.  I am on the Western Coast, soon to head East.  Despite cleaning the refrigerator, I left two lonely cornmeal pizza crusts in the freezer, as well as my airplane snack food.  At the last moment, a one year-old bottle of green kombucha effervesced, spilling and shooting itself on the ceiling, the walls, the floors.  I ran to my neighbor who ran in with a mop.

How are the flowers I left behind?  Has the beautiful fat jasmine bloomed?  Can I leave off the self-pity?

I forgot to bring the champagne I meant to transport in the car, but I have the coffee beans.  I leave a foodie town, ripe with organics and vitality. I am in transit, in a land of sun.

wine, pizza, sea

sunset

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