Saturday, May 4, 2013

Why Haven’t I Been Writing?

It has struck me a few times as this weekend approached that nearly two weeks have passed since my last post.  Normally if I don’t write something at least once a week, I have a nagging feeling of needing to get it done, of wanting to focus on some aspect of my life or some event and elaborate on it.

Lately, however, that drive has been missing.  Sure, life’s been a bit hectic, with teaching and Miss Chef spending every free moment either grading or working on her own MBA coursework.  But I’ve still been humming along in the garden, obsessing over temperature and rainfall, and celebrating the first shoots and harvests.  Rosie has still been alternately amusing and frustrating.  There have been minor victories over overgrown beds and happy successes in the kitchen.

I was standing at the counter this afternoon, picking mint for Miss Chef, when it struck me that this evening would be a perfect time to sit down and compose some paragraphs.  “It would be nice,” was my thought.  Not, “I need to.”  Why, I wondered again, do I not have this burning desire to express myself in writing these days?

And it struck me immediately—I’m no longer lonely.

It was last September that Miss Chef finally quit her restaurant job, ostensibly leaving her weekends free.  But it wasn’t more than two weeks before she was in Chef Luca’s kitchen several times a month, and only shortly after that that Chef Adam was asking her to come in and help.  Soon it was the holidays, during which both chefs needed all the hours she could spare.  And then January 16th, when Miss Chef got the life-changing call about her mother.

She came back at the end of March, and we both jumped into a new semester of teaching.  She still wanted to work at the restaurants when she could, to keep herself busy (and make up for lost income during her time away from school).  But things must have slowed down a bit lately.  Though she worked Friday night for Luca, and has agreed to work Mother’s Day brunch for Adam, it’s been a few weeks since she’s worked a Saturday.  Enough weeks that we’ve eased into a comfortable, relaxed weekend habit.

Of course, most of the weekend, she’s on the couch or at her desk, staring at a computer screen or shuffling through student papers.  But she’s still here.  We don’t have to rush to get through Saturday morning market, grocery store and other errands to get her home in time to shower for work.  I don’t find myself trailing listlessly from couch to kitchen in the afternoon, immobilized by guilt and a mental chore list weighing me down.

With Miss Chef home all day and night Saturday, there is more possibility in my days.  I might spend all afternoon working outside.  Or I might spend it, as I did last week, cooking for us both.  Either way, it is comforting to know she is right there to show off the neatly weeded bed, the exhumed zen fountain or the brightly colored spring rolls I’m working on.

After twelve years of lonely weekends, I can now truly appreciate every hour together, no matter what we’re doing.  Or not doing, as the case may be.

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Nevertheless, I am not ready to drop this open journal.  I still want to keep track of my days for my own self.  At this point, I think the easiest way to do that is to see what I’ve got in my phone’s camera.


Ah, the first galliardia bloom.  There are several open by now, and a mass of brown-eyed susan plants rearing up beside them.  I’m looking forward to another colorful show by the front walk this summer.



I had trouble getting a good picture of these white irises out the back door.  But seeing Rosie’s shadow next to them reminds me that she’s been keeping me busy too.  She had her annual checkup last month, and I talked to the vet about her increasing incontinence.  We talked about a couple of options, and they took a urine sample to double-check she didn’t have any infections.  That led to a second sample, and a possibility of Cushing’s disease—fortunately, that test came up negative, so this week Rosie started on what I will refer to as her pee pills.  I hope they work.  We’ve already had to tear up the warped wood laminate tiling in the entryway, and haven’t figured out what we’ll do to replace them.  It will be awfully nice if it doesn’t get worse, and Rosie can go back to being a (nearly) perfect pet.



The broccoli started forming tiny heads a couple of weeks ago.  However, most of the heads are growing loosely instead of tightly bunched, and one has already flowered.  So today I harvested a couple of others that were starting to show signs of bolting, and they are now simmering in Miss Chef’s curry on the stove.



All three of my bean seeds sprouted, and the plants are growing slowly, almost shyly.  It has been cool and cloudy all week.  Even the peas (in the background) are hesitant to climb and flower.  I took this picture of my biggest bean sprout last weekend, to send to a friend I shared my seeds with.  I had a few days’ head start on her, and I had joked about having a bean-growing competition.  She hasn’t sent me a picture back, so I don’t know who’s winning.



Yes, the first tiny green cherry tomatoes emerged last weekend, too!  I usually grow the yellow Sungold variety, which is as sweet as a cherry.  This year I planted Cherrygold, which is a red variety which Carl (the farmer I bought it from) said has a bit more tomato flavor.  The beefsteak variety I planted alongside has flowered, but isn’t growing any fruits yet.  I’m wondering if I need a second plant for cross-pollination.  I’ve begun re-arranging the basil in my mind, to see how I can fit another plant in that bed.



The aforementioned spring rolls.  We had found a completely random cilantro plant growing in the backyard, nowhere near the garden.  I plucked it the morning before the lawn was mowed, and decided spring rolls would be a great way to take advantage of this serendipity.  It was also a great way to used up the last of the chicken Miss Chef had smoked earlier in the week.



Thursday evening was the mid-term exam for my tiny, motivated class.  When I arrived early to see if I could catch a student who’d emailed me with a question, I found the entire class in there with the door closed, studying together.  The board was covered with their review of the verb endings they’d learned so far.  I haven’t started my grading yet, but I have hopes that they did better than a typical class.



That night I got home from class early, and wandered out to play in the garden.  These two radishes became the first harvest of the year.



And this was today’s “second harvest.”  You can see the broccoli that flowered, and some that didn’t.  The purple blooms are from the chives.  That’s parsley on top, and just a bit of basil under the chive blossoms.  The rest of the colander is filled with mint and lemon balm.  Besides the turkey curry the broccoli is swimming in, Miss Chef is also planning on making a mint pesto.

And that brings us to tonight.  I am sitting in our office, typing away, and she is on the couch playing something on the Kindle she inherited from her mom.  RadioLab is on in the background, and Rosie is keeping an eye on both of us from the living room floor.  Neither one of us has touched our schoolwork, but what the heck…we’ve got all weekend.


  1. That all just sounds like heaven to me. You two have earned it. Enjoy :)

  2. You mention that you are not quite ready to quit writing soon....
    Please don't quid writing your blog ever x

    1. Aw, that's very sweet John. Same to you!

  3. Tomatoes and 2 harvestings!!! That's disgusting. xx

  4. Life has ebbs and flows, and so do our blogs. I'm glad you're not ready to shut the door because I would really, really miss it.

    As a former teacher I am so tickled by your story about your class studying together - I would be tempted to give them all bonus marks! How did they do?!

    Your pictures last year of the galliardia inspired me to try growing some from seed. They did pretty well last year and now I'm waiting to see if they will return. So far so sign of them, which doesn't bode well. So keep posting pictures of yours!

  5. always, your garden brings on fits of envy! I haven't done a thing yet...the ground has only just thawed and there aren't even any leaves here yet, at least not on the trees. I've seen some dandelion leaves. I remember my gaillardia from Iowa....they were so lovely. The goats would eat them here. Oh my kingdom for a fence...

  6. I've been a naughty blogger too. It's hard to keep up lately. Facebook, my blog, other people's blogs, life, etc.

  7. How great is that!?! More time together and UNrushed weekends. Ahh, life is good. I'm happy for you.

    And I'm totally jealous about your garden! I swear, one of these days I'm going to drain and fill the pool up with gorgeous dirt so I can have a garden too!

    xo jj


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