I turned 30.
I turned 30.
What an intense couple of weeks it has been. I feel like I have barely had time to sit and think, let alone digest all the happenings. I'm spending today, however, attempting to do just that before heading off for my run and dinner shift at the restaurant.
I've just been feeling terrible lately - ever since the weather went from dark and gloomy to dark, wet and gloomy, it's been increasingly difficult to get myself out of the house and motivate. Luckily, of course, there's knitting, reading, and movies - all indoor and happy grumpy people activities of which I am currently quite fond.
So I've started in on a few new things that I'm successfully using to put off doing more essential other things, but geez....it's pouring rain here in the Northwest and who's got the energy to do much more than snuggle by the fire with your new favorite book or knitting, eh?
What an amazing week it has been! I'm not sure where to start with my ecstatic diatribe - I'm filled with joy and a sense of optimism I've rarely had the opportunity to share with so many. Obama has won the presidency and changed the way the world looks at America forever. Rarely have I been so inspired to become more involved with politics in my local community than I am now. The Bush years, especially the second term, effectively squashed the energy and commitment I had in earlier years believed to be so vital. I'm ready to try again - and I hope others are too.
I spent Election Night in Seattle where I was visiting my Mother. Just in time I finished the hat I had been working on - realizing with some chagrin that it was no longer the baby hat it was originally intended to be. Ever flexible (har har), I decided it would be just as lovely in another capacity. Thus, I bring you : the Election Day Pixie Hat! With embellishments of embroidered red stars and a lovely red strap, I think it's truly patriotic (and just a wee bit silly, no?).
In Seattle, we had plans that night to join friends for a "viewing" party at their home. My mother worked until the early evening and I took the opportunity to hop in the car and cross the lake over to Bellevue to meet up with my recently un-estranged father at the Hyatt. Having some reservations about walking into a possible Republican hotbed, I donned my loveliest Obama 2008 pin and sashayed into "Daniel's", at the top floor of the hotel, where I was met with much of what I had expected. Ah, I just love trying to cause trouble. My father, looking dapper, met me at the bar and we proceeded to down a couple of gin martinis and half-price appetizers while congratulating ourselves on Obama's growing number of electoral votes. To further my smugness I ordered us some Brut Rose Champagne and we chinked glasses while surveying our surroundings with sparkling smiles. Don't you just love the hyperbole?
I had the opportunity to see one of the most spectacular skylines that evening as I crossed the lake back into Seattle. It was as if the sky had been stretched in two or the gods were vying for control of something too large to understand. A huge bank of dark, foreboding clouds seemed to gallop across one half of my sight, while a bright and clear cerulean sky was illuminated by the rising crescent moon on the other side of my vision. I couldn't help but be mystified by such a beautiful scene that seemed to reflect the circumstances of our changing world. I can be such a ridiculous dreamer, I know, but I will never forget it.
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It suddenly feels like winter here in Portland, Oregon. There was such a quick shift that I don't quite feel caught up on the time of year (let alone the time change). I have rotting jack-o-lanterns on the porch that need to meet their maker soon - I hear people cackling as they walk by the house all the time and realize they are gleefully horrified by the sight of my sad little pumpkin men. It's quite an ugly sight and I can't say I blame them.
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I have a long weekend of working to look forward to - the restaurant is planning to be busy and I hope to make some decent money since it's been a little rough lately. I'm considering my next knitting project and starting to plan Christmas presents - less than two months away, I fear that I won't get them all done.
There's always something to worry about but still, I feel happy.
Working in the restaurant industry as I do, I tend to stay up late and wake up late. Not so today. I hate to admit it, but what woke me up so damn early was a nightmare/anxiety dream concerning a possible McCain/Palin 4 years and I've been nauseated now all morning long.
Things have really hit a new low. I swear, will they stop at nothing to win? Yes, of course - who am I, Pollyanna? If they're not busy trying to resurrect fear behind the word "Socialist" (oooooh...scary!), they are spreading malicious rumours about Obama consorting with terrorists or being an ungodly, Un-American man. It's unbelievable to me that people buy into this stuff, but then again, I've never been a big believer in the average intelligence of the American mind(but I would like to be). That must make me Un-American too.
So, without further ado I bring you my advice:
Vote for Obama!
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In other news, things are coming along nicely with my little knitting project for Tony's big chubby baby. I've made a few mistakes along the way, but have learned a few new tricks that will be useful in the future.
I'm using a pattern I discovered off Ravelry - the Baby Pixie Hat - and I'm excited about a few ideas for embellishments I had while staring at the ceiling in bed this morning (when not obsessing over politics, that is). I will post photos once it is complete.
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Tonight, Yummy Boyfriend and I are off to a wee little Halloween Party which has more to do with wine drinking than dressing up. A group of us, mostly from the restaurant, purchased a beautiful Barbaresco vertical from a wine rep friend and we hope to pair it perfectly with some lovely slow-cooked meat. I can't wait.
Meanwhile, I plan to spend my morning and afternoon working on a painting for me and Yummy Boyfriend's anniversary tomorrow. I'm using acryclics and mixed media on an antique window I salvaged from my landlord. I hope it turns out nicely. If not, I may be able to secure a magnum of Grower Champagne that YB (Yummy Boyfriend) just adores and surprise him with that.
Tomorrow evening we are headed out to our favorite restaurant here in Portland, Oregon : Le Pigeon. It's one of the most creative, daring meals I've ever had and I can't wait to dabble again with their fantastic menu. Foie gras profiteroles anyone?
Well hello there!
I've had some serious mental wrestling matches with myself of late trying to decide whether or not creating a weblog was a viable idea or not and, well, you can see which devil on my shoulder won out in the end.
Never quite able to determine the apparent mystique behind such an activity as blogging, I now attempt to discover it while creating my own little public diary. What do I want to talk about then? Well my obsessions of course! And that would be....
Running, Knitting, Travel and, last but not least....fine food and wine.
I can't promise, however, that I will stay so focused, but we will see over time.
Thanks for dropping by!