Blink code

[to Ivan] If I’m ever in a position where I can’t move and can only communicate with my eyes, help me sent up a code! With blinking. And I will do the same for you.

80th birthday phone call

It was so good to hear her voice—exactly the way I’d know it for years.

“I sure do miss you!” she announced. “I do not care for this other person. It’s not my Amie.”

Privately, my heart lifted to hear this. It *feels good* to feel irreplaceable. But I couldn’t say that. “I know. But give her a chance. It can’t be easy stepping in after all these years.”

1999-2000

If I could live any year of my life over again, I would repeat July 1999 - June 2000. I was 22 years old, had just graduated college, and was moving into my very first apartment in Richmond, VA to start grad school. I was broke, but I was in love, excited about life, and just getting started.

Conflict

It’s surprisingly difficult to be lazy and detail-oriented at the same time.

Twenty nineteen

How is it 2019? In my head it is around 1999–I can’t keep track of all these damn years.

I decided to set a few coking goals this year: things I have always wanted to make, things I haven’t made in a long time. I would like to spend more time cooking for fun as opposed to daily survival.

The list so far (in no particular order):

• Strawberry & raspberry pie
• Key lime pie
• French onion soup
• 1 loaf of bread of any kind
• Shaking beef from Slanted Door in San Francisco
• Baked lemon pudding with wild blueberry sauce
• Fresh spring rolls
• Pork and pineapple fried rice
• 1 cheese cake of any kind
• Hold the 2nd annual Christmas Cookie Baking Extravaganza with Jen
• Use my kitchen mandolin for ANYthing