Getting Your Guacamole...A Lesson in Patience

Last night I went out to dinner with a couple of good friends. I went to a place I had not been in quite a few years, but I remembered the atmosphere of the laid back, hippie staff well from the moment I opened the door. The Mexican fare rumbled through the air like spicy nostalgia coming to life. As my friend and I looked over the menu we settled on splitting a nacho platter. She's vegetarian. I don't like jalapenos. I like guacamole. She doesn't. We wanted extra sour cream. Not picky, just a bit complicated. As the food arrived we were short a few requests...mainly the guac and sour cream. Three times later our extras came. Each time the waiter was apologetic and each time he forgot. He was running around like crazy, but only had two tables. He made us laugh. And I realized that it's not about when you get something, but how you get it; and also to never make nachos so complicated again.

Lights, Rain and PA

A good friend and I were having a conversation yesterday about the weather, ok about more than the weather. After a gorgeous New England summer we have been getting monsooned with rain the last few days. Anyone who has lived in Massachusetts knows what happens with any form of precipitation: people forget how to drive. As I sat cozily in the warm yoga studio finishing my day's tasks my friend went on about the apparently horrid fiascos happening on the highways in the rain: switching lanes, un-kept speed limits and (gasp!) driving without your lights on. As a Massachusetts native I felt it was my right to defend my state and those licensed within it. The conversation then switched to how different drivers in difference states and their own rules of the road. We discussed PA. While driving later that evening, thumping and splashing over rain soaked streets, I saw a car from PA that was driving erratically (probably just lost). As I started to get frustrated I went to switch lanes to avoid the lost driver. Then I realized my lights weren't on...

Good thing it's just an urban legend: http://www.snopes.com/crime/gangs/lightsout.asp

When Doing Good Turns Messy

Really messy...

Yesterday, while already feeling slightly nauseated, I woke up at 5am to help my mom place multiple items curbside. These items were neither trash nor recycling but ones for donation. Cups and dishes packed carefully, children's books stacked neatly, pictures, electronics and fabrics all placed outside and carefully covered with a tarp to be protected from the rain. As I dozed back to sleep in my semi-conscious state I felt good about donating so many things that would be put to good use. Then a few hours later I heard my dog whining, and my mother whining and then the worst noise of the morning *bang**crush**crash**. Despite our best efforts to cover and protect the valuable items for donation, disregarding the sign specifically placed and protected in a Ziploc bag for the donation truck, our items had been picked up by the recycling! Half of the items aren't recyclable, none of them were packaged properly and worst of all my ideals of donating had literally gone in the trash. So I went back to sleep, nothing could be done, and hoped the recycling people didn't make this same mistake throughout our town. Next time I'll schedule a pick-up.