Spring hath sprungeth.
Tonight I made Kung Pao Chicken. Tasty. I think it needed more Pao...and maybe more Kung...whatever those are. But it was good nonetheless.
Brad's birthday last week. He ate too much eggplant parm. (we assume) and was extremely sick on Saturday. Good thing I was there to take care of him!! It was breaking my heart hearing him vomit his insides all afternoon. I felt so bad for him. Poor Bubs.
We went for a walk down the East River on...Thursday, or maybe it was Friday. I forget. Brad let me use his Mountainsmith pack to carry my camera. It's more or less a glorified fanny pack, but it's badass. It was nice. It took the weight off my scrawny shoulders and back. So when we were downtown getting kafkta and shawarma (middle eastern food is delicious!) I picked one up for myself. :) Danielle still thinks it's stupid--until we go hiking and she gets jealoussss. :)
I planted some seeds. I picked up some genovese basil, some cilantro, and a pack of sweet pea flowers to plant in little pots I bought. The basil already sprouted. I'm so excited. I'm trying really hard to be good at growing things. It's a new fascination I've developed. I think it's something I've always wanted to be good at; I just never really tried. So now, I try. I've killed and drowned a lot of plants before, and I don't think I've ever tried to grow anything from seeds (except marijuana, and I fucked that up too). But this should be exciting.
I think I'm trying to develop survival skills for when the world goes broke and they start bread lines again... That, and it scares me to know what the do to a lot of our food nowadays. And I guess I feel a strong connection to the Earth and I love dirt and mud and plants and stuff. I'm starting to crave a very simple lifestyle. I don't think it's going to fly so much with Brad, but who knows. He wants to drive to a handful of national parks this summer. Camp and stuff. I'm all for it. It sounds like a great time. I just don't know how I'm going to get any money for said trip, or make any money this summer if I'm gone for a month driving around. But I suppose thinking too much about things is what makes me second guess myself. And I decided on Italy on a whim, and everything worked out (granted, the financial part wasn't really a big worry for myself). But I think the state of the economy is kind of solidifying my lack of interest in capitalism. Unfortunately for me and my utopian ideas, there isn't really any way around it at this point. There are, however, always options.
Also, snowboard season is officially over. I do not want to discuss how many days I spent on the snow this winter. I don't even think I need more than my own two hands to count. I'm upset. We got a ton of snow, considering, and I didn't really have the means to take advantage of it. Or the patience to drive an hour to ride a shitty mountain every day. All I can do at this point is wait patiently for next winter. Grrrrrr.
Brad's birthday last week. He ate too much eggplant parm. (we assume) and was extremely sick on Saturday. Good thing I was there to take care of him!! It was breaking my heart hearing him vomit his insides all afternoon. I felt so bad for him. Poor Bubs.
We went for a walk down the East River on...Thursday, or maybe it was Friday. I forget. Brad let me use his Mountainsmith pack to carry my camera. It's more or less a glorified fanny pack, but it's badass. It was nice. It took the weight off my scrawny shoulders and back. So when we were downtown getting kafkta and shawarma (middle eastern food is delicious!) I picked one up for myself. :) Danielle still thinks it's stupid--until we go hiking and she gets jealoussss. :)
I planted some seeds. I picked up some genovese basil, some cilantro, and a pack of sweet pea flowers to plant in little pots I bought. The basil already sprouted. I'm so excited. I'm trying really hard to be good at growing things. It's a new fascination I've developed. I think it's something I've always wanted to be good at; I just never really tried. So now, I try. I've killed and drowned a lot of plants before, and I don't think I've ever tried to grow anything from seeds (except marijuana, and I fucked that up too). But this should be exciting.
I think I'm trying to develop survival skills for when the world goes broke and they start bread lines again... That, and it scares me to know what the do to a lot of our food nowadays. And I guess I feel a strong connection to the Earth and I love dirt and mud and plants and stuff. I'm starting to crave a very simple lifestyle. I don't think it's going to fly so much with Brad, but who knows. He wants to drive to a handful of national parks this summer. Camp and stuff. I'm all for it. It sounds like a great time. I just don't know how I'm going to get any money for said trip, or make any money this summer if I'm gone for a month driving around. But I suppose thinking too much about things is what makes me second guess myself. And I decided on Italy on a whim, and everything worked out (granted, the financial part wasn't really a big worry for myself). But I think the state of the economy is kind of solidifying my lack of interest in capitalism. Unfortunately for me and my utopian ideas, there isn't really any way around it at this point. There are, however, always options.
Also, snowboard season is officially over. I do not want to discuss how many days I spent on the snow this winter. I don't even think I need more than my own two hands to count. I'm upset. We got a ton of snow, considering, and I didn't really have the means to take advantage of it. Or the patience to drive an hour to ride a shitty mountain every day. All I can do at this point is wait patiently for next winter. Grrrrrr.