Wednesday, May 18, 2011

It Was a Day You Could Put in the Bank

That's a line from a William Stafford poem, but it suits; yesterday was just great.  The weather was so pleasant, OM and I squeezed in a walk, I sat outside and did paperwork, and track practice was a breeze.  Then I picked up kids and we went to the market.  They disappeared to the playground while I secured the BREAD, bought some Gouda since they were out of plain cheese curds (don't even think herbed curds will pass muster, they will not), and went with a new veg for farmers market dinner:  rapini.  Have you tried this? It looks sort of like flowering broccoli greens but the gal said something about a turnip.  Confusing yet delicious!  We managed to eat 80% of the big loaf of ciabatta before even getting home. The kids kept running up to me at the playground while I was SOCIALIZING with another human mom to ask for huge hunks of bread.  We got home and I sliced up some Gouda, cheddar, and blue (ok immature people, I cut the cheese--fine!), a little salami, tore up the remainder of the bread, and sauteed the rapini in olive oil with garlic.  Kids liked the flavor of the rapini, but I should have cut it into smaller pieces and sauteed it a little longer--it took a while to chew--especially the stem pieces.  Guess who's gonna love it today, though?  That's right: Fanny, Sookie, Ruby and Rick!

After din-din, we loaded the bikes into my car and headed for the trail.  The Freedom Wagon can fit 3 bikes in the back, but it's sort of a cluster getting them in and out.  I need to charge up Sister Bluebell's battery and use her as bike transport--it will be much easier to just pitch the bikes in the back and g.o.  We parked a ways down on the trail and started riding.  It was a perfect night for a ride but unfortunately for Jack, his bike didn't cooperate.  First the back wheel somehow got loose and sort of wobbly and then crooked and started rubbing against the frame.  Now, I have zero bike fixin' skills so we were sort of screwed.  What I do have is a can-do, show-must-go-on spirit, so we ditched the bike by the side of the trail and he jumped on the back of Ruby Mae with his butt in my basket.  This was sweet!  He loved it and so did I.  I gave him my helmet because we accidentally left his with his bike, so I had the pleasure of riding helmet-free, just like the olden days.  I know, I know, helmets are important and I grudgingly wear one but man, it was sweet without it!  C. Line zipped down the trail with me and we heard hummingbirds and saw ducks and the air smelled sweet and green.  After a while, the kids switched places and I rode Caroline back to Jack's bike, where he dismounted her bike and pushed his back to the car.  I pushed Ruby Mae with him in solidarity and C. Line rode waayy ahead.  All in all, a fantastic time. 

And now, it's Wednesday, it's sunny again, and who knows what will happen???  I love the not knowing! 

"...Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thyself."
Others by "First, do no harm,"
or "Take no more than you need."
What if the mightiest word
is love?
Love beyond marital, filial, national.
Love that casts a widening pool of light.
Love with no need to pre-empt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle,
 any thing can be made,
any sentence begun.
On the brink,
on the brim,
on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light."

                                                            — Elizabeth Alexander

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