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Mar 15, 2011 20:13

Ray hates cilantro.  I understand this.  It's genetic, in fact, as I understand it.  So I've made do with parsley for a couple of months.  Finally, after starting to put my own interests ahead of almost everyone else's, I said screw it.  I bought some cilantro.  I will make salsa with it.  I will put it in my own salads.  I'd almost forgotten, though, how transporting the fragrance could be.  Sublime.

Two of my favorite regulars came through today.  One woman is an organist.  In fact, she recently pinch-hit at our church when our regular organist was out due to some surgery.  She asked me how I was today, and I quickly mentioned having heard and seen my first robin.  Evidently, she used to live in the Pacific Northwest, and she explained to me that out there, there are not nearly as many songbirds.  In fact, she said, it's one thing she noticed when she moved here:  how many songbirds we have.  Odd.  I wouldn't have expected that to be the case.

The other regular was Vince.  He told me Annie cried when she got my card.  And she shows it to everyone who comes in her room.  I am deeply, profoundly touched, and I think I'd better send her another one soon, and probably go to see her.  What could it hurt?  I'm tearing up as I write this.

customers, cilantro, husband, songbirds

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