Torn

Nov 08, 2009 09:55

Lunch today was curry turnip soup, roast pumpkin and feta salad*, with creamy soy on tosted sourdough. I took a photo I was so proud. This is what happens when I stop doing everything else this city has to offer.
Why don't I roast garlic more often?! So simple and so delicious! Though not quite the smell I like to keep in the house.
As part of enjoying my simpler weekend I was too lazy and homey to go to exercise class. So I scrubbed my shower, cleaned my fridge, dusted, reorganized my shoes, and did some laundry all before noon. I love small spaces.
And I love slowing down every once in a while.

Yesterday I rode my bike in the rain to the local farmers' market. I picked up some locally grown produce and oats and stuffed them into my backpack for the ride home. Picture perfect community living.

Last night I went to a lindy hop on the drive. There's one every Saturday! How did I not know?!?!
I'm a much better follow than I remember, although I definitely got sloppy as the evening progressed. So much fun!! Everyone was super friendly and it reminded me so much of Angela and Christian ten years ago.

So if you were to take a four month sabatical, what would you do?
I had been thinking that I would travel for a few weeks en route to live/work in Norway for the rest of the duration (as mundane as that seems in comparison to volunteering in central America and improving my spanish - also an option). But now I'm thinking that it would be just as rewarding to stick around and immerse myself in dance. A little bit of belly, hoop, and lindy every day with some african to spice it up. Best to do it while I'm young and lithe (physically and mentally).

*oh man. good salad: no lettuce but arugula, dandelion, chickweed**, that peppery leaf, poppy seeds, roasted pepitas, and roasted garlic.
**I can't believe I actually purchased chickweed (it was in a pick 'n mix salad bar at the market). I remember weeding that stuff from every corner of my parents' backyard.

slowing down, travel, bicycles, cleaning, dancing, food

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