Monday, February 16, 2009

Happy V.D.


For the 5th year, I took part in the madness that is Valentine's Day at a flower shop. It was a great excuse to come to Bellingham and see old friends and co-workers, and get lost in piles of sweet-smells for a few days. Despite the long hours, we have a blast in our warehouse of creativity.

You talk to lots of people and hear about their lives, which is part of why flower shops are an important part of community. You might make bouquets for a man sending flowers to his wife of 40 years, or a husband in Iraq to his new bride, or a sister to her sister, or a dad getting a small bouquet for a young daughter. My favorite story though was from an older man who hobbled into the shop, eyes watery. He wanted to get a plant for his neighbor woman across the street. He explained that her husband had drowned a couple years ago while they were on vacation in Hawaii, and she was 6 months pregnant with their first child. His wife of 50-some years had also recently passed away. While the neighbors hardly knew each other at the time, they ended up bonding over their similar losses, and as he was also a pediatrician, he could answer her questions about the new baby. Now they have dinner together every Saturday night. He reminded me of how close love is to loss, and that sometimes the best relationships are unconventional.

The old man leaned in close to tell me, "And we're just good friends, there's nothing, you know, romantic going on." Well, I had assumed as much based on the age difference, but I thought it sweet that he made a point to clarify. I assured him that a plant was an appropriate "friendship" valentine gift, and the man wiped his eyes and left the shop smiling.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Winter Vacation


I've decided to take a break from the island for the rest of the winter- to work in Bellingham, see family, and do some traveling. I'm looking forward to a change of scenery, and just as much looking forward to returning to the yurt in the spring. I had a lovely last day here- horseback riding followed by a farewell dinner. It was a mostly outdoor meal, undetered by rain on a cozy porch, around a grill and fire. There were oysters with tomato-wine piquat sauce, mashed potatoes with summer's pesto, root veggies, grilled blackcod, steamed chard, and homemade chai with milk milked hours before from a local cow. It was a wonderful feast.

Here are a few more recent photos from this winter...



Friday, February 6, 2009

Doing my Reluctant Part to Pollute

Not to toot my own horn, but I live a lifestyle of pretty light environmental impact. I haven't owned a car for 5 years, instead cycling, walking, mass transiting, or sailing to get around. I lived off the grid for half of last year, only using minimal light generated by a solar panel. I eat almost entirely locally during our growing season, including produce, honey, and meat from Orcas. As much as I love Spanish wines and Argentine malbecs, I make a point to buy Washington wines and even San Juan vineyard or Lopez ones regularly. I compost, buy used clothes, and always bring my own grocery bag and coffee mug.

As hard as I try to minimize my consumption of fossil fuels, I bought a car today! It feels like a regressive step in a way, but a big move forward in others. I'm pretty excited to not have to ask for rides, bicycle in the pouring rain, hitch-hike in the dark, or take city buses loaded down with bags. It's a maroon '85 Toyota Camry, and looks pretty much like this one. It's a 5-speed that should get good mileage, and I bought it from the original owner who took great care of it.



Oh, and I've vowed to keep my front seat clean so I'm always ready to pick up hitch-hikers and start repaying the transportation gods for all the times I got great rides.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Mental musical exercise


I'm learning an instrument for the first time in my life! It's the baritone ukulele, and it totally rocks. Forget your assumptions about how ukuleles sound- the baritone is different, more like a small, 4-stringed guitar. I love to sing, and it is so satisfying to be able to accompany myself now. Having such small hands, I always struggled with the guitar, but the moment I picked up the baritone uke, it just felt natural. It feels accessible, and yet I have to remember that learning a new instrument takes time, and even simple chord changes challenge my brain more than it seems like they should. I'm stoked and I can't thank Jon Manning enough for introducing it to me over bubble tea.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

(Out with the old) In with the New!


"Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage."

I've been waiting excitedly for this day since the election 2 and a half months ago. I even considered going to DC for the inauguration, but decided against the cold, crowds, and chaos. In the end I stayed on Orcas to bask in the day, and listened to Obama's speech online while at work.

"On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics. On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord."

Then my friend brought me champagne and orange juice at work for celebration mimosas(drank later off the clock). In the evening we went to a community party with families, good food, and a life-size Obama cutout.

A few of my favorite lines from the speech-

"Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom."

"We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do."


If you want to read the full text of Obama's inauguration speech, it's at
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/20/us/politics/20text-obama.html

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Happy New Year

The ringing in of 2009 was fairly mellow. Kevin and I hiked up Turtleback for sunset, looking west to the orange changing to dark blue over Vancouver Island. Then we got Thai food and watched a movie, going to bed shortly after midnight. New Years Day my friend Elizabeth came up to visit from Seattle and we headed out to Doe Bay for a hot tub soak, sauna, open mike music night, and hubbard squash/gouda pizza.

So far I'm feeling great about 2009. In the spirit of the end of the year, I've made a Top 5 list of the best and worst parts about living on Orcas Island.

TOP 5

- THE NATURAL BEAUTY:
Who wouldn't want to live on a pristine, remote island, surrounded by forests and farmland and sparkling water and bald eagles and leaping Orca whales?

- THE SMALL COMMUNITY:
I've lived here less than a year, and already I feel like I know a solid chunk of the residents. At the grocery store you invariably see a whole bunch of friendly faces. It's a comfortable place to try new things, learn skills, and see the close-knit fabric of a small town.

-THE RELIANCE ON BOATS:
There are more boat owners per capita in San Juan county than any other in Washington. I've done more sailing and kayaking in the last 6 months than my whole life combined. Fishing and crabbing are practically out your front door. You get to take a beautiful ferry ride to get to the mainland.

-RURAL LIFESTYLE:
There is no bustling stress of big city life, no traffic or pollution. Nights are truly dark and quiet. I've taken to ALWAYS carrying a headlamp with me, because you never know when you will end up at a house down a long, unlit driveway. Parties are often quaintly tied to the land, such as "biomass parties" (an excuse to get your friends to chop wood), or cider pressing parties.

-THE FEELING OF SAFETY:
I will walk anywhere at night here. We never lock our houses or our cars. If you leave a cell phone or a wallet somewhere, not only will you get it back, but the person who finds it will probably be your neighbor's daughter's math teacher.

WORST 5

-THE NATURAL BEAUTY:
The hard part about being near less developed land is to constantly see it disappearing. It is more noticeable when trees are cut to build a mansion that will only be lived in for 3 months out of the year. Less development also means less services, resources, and higher prices. For any medical emergencies, people must be airlifted to the Bellingham hospital. It's hard to shop for affordable, everyday items. Gas is reliably a dollar more than on the mainland, but you can't exactly just go to a different gas station.

-SMALL COMMUNITY:
Sometimes, it's just too small. You want to date some one til you find out that they have already dated your best friend, landlady, barista, and yoga teacher. If you drink a beer with some one at the bar, people will assume you're dating and every one will know. Like within 2 hours.

-RELIANCE ON BOATS:
Have you ever missed a ferry? It throws your whole day off, as you often have to wait 3 hours for the next one. If it's a busy time of year, you don't want to get out of the ferry line either. And last summer I was late to work more than once for trying to commute by sailboat returning from a weekend sailing trip.

-RURAL LIFESTYLE:
Cider pressing parties? C'mon. I just want to see a concert, or go to a movie theatre or an art museum or an author reading or have an excuse to wear something besides jeans and a down jacket. There are small happenings out here, but I do miss the cultural events of larger cities.

-FEELING OF SAFETY:
Sometimes it is a false sense of security. Sure, violent crime is uncommon, but there have been a substancial number of breakins to cars, homes, and business in the last few months. I was assured that I didn't have to lock my bicycle, yet it's been stolen here- twice. Granted, I did get it back both times. Thanks to the fact that it's such a small community.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Snow... It's Treacherous!



That mild fall weather changed lightening quick. Holy snow storm batman! This has been the longest stretch of cold and snow that I can recall in my life of Pacific Northwest winters. Having such extreme weather in our mild climate means we are mostly unprepared, and everything shuts down. Pipes freeze, school gets cancelled, and just getting to work is a sketchy prospect. As Gerrison Keillor said in a recent "News From Lake Wobegon", the thing about snow storms is that they're an excuse to not do anything. 'I was planning on going to the meeting, but I can't go out in this- it's just treacherous!' I finally had to park my bicycle and take to tromping around in the ever-present icy whiteness, in its strange mix of serenity and chaos.


Sunday, December 21, 2008

Latte Art Part II



Just a few more of my creations with foam and crema...






Fall Into Winter

It's been a dry, mild fall, so much that I've still been working on the farm into December! But the days are short and nights are chilly. I've been spending a lot of time with my roomates, making big house dinners and doing crafts by the fireplace. There's been some beautiful foggy days and gorgeous (early!) sunsets.




Monday, November 10, 2008

A Momentous Day in my Civic Adult Life

I still can't believe it happened. The United States elected a black president in a quick and undisputed election. I feel truly proud to be an American and to have been part of its democratic process. I sat in a friend's packed living room in Seattle listening to Obama's acceptance speech, occassionally taking my eyes off the TV screen to see my friends' eyes fill with tears. People were patriotically drinking red, white, and blue themed beer- Red Stripe, Blue Lebat, White Belgian ale, etc. We heard reports of celebration taking to the sreets of Capitol Hill, and so Lindsey and I headed up to see what it was all about. Businesses had promotions, bars had drink specials, and folks had been hanging out most of election day in nervous anticipation of the results. After the acceptance speech was over, crowds exited the bars en mass. I realized it was the first time in my life I had seen citizens take over the streets in joy instead of in protest. There was cheering, kissing, hugging, gleeful smiling, horns honking, countless high-fiving, and even some interpretive dancing. And while I'm very relieved and filled with hope for the future, I'm not so naive as to believe that electing Obama is a cure-all for anything. He is coming into office at a low point in U.S. history- an economic crisis, enormous debt, messy wars, and serious environmental concerns. Plus, he's a politician like any politician, and has his own set of campaign debts and allegiances. It will also depend a lot on who he appoints in his cabinet, if he sticks to people with "experience" who will conduct business as usual, or if he ventures out with some new people. I guess only time will tell. I could try to say more, but I'll leave that to some women who probably say it better. Here's a link to Amy Goodman's (of Democracy Now!) blog about the election. http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/20081105_unchaining_history/ And here's an open letter that Alice Walker wrote to Obama. Walker was the first black woman to win a Nobel Prize in literature, in the 1980's for The Color Purple. "Dear Brother President-elect, “You have no idea, really, how profound this moment is for us. Us being the black people of the Southern United States. You think you know, because you are thoughtful, and you have studied our history. But seeing you delivering the torch so many others carried, only to be brought down before igniting the flame of justice and of law, is almost more than the heart can bear. And yet, this observation is not intended to burden you, for you are of a different time, and, indeed, because of all the relay runners before you, this is a different America. It is really only to say: Well done. We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us, the best of the spirit of Africa and the Americas. Knowing this, that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength. Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom, stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope, that was previously only sung about. “I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance. A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters. Not to mention your brave and precious grandmother, who, of course, as we know, went on. We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors. This is no way to lead. Nor does your family deserve this fate. One way of thinking about all this is: It is so bad now that there is no excuse not to relax. From your happy, relaxed state, you can model real success, which is only what so many people in the world want. They may buy endless cars and houses and furs and gobble up all the attention and space they can manage, or barely manage, but this is because it is not clear to them yet that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of everyone. “I would further advise you not to take on other people’s enemies. Most damage that others do us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion. We must, all of us, learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise. It is understood by all that you are the commander in chief of the United States and are sworn to protect our beloved country; this we understand, completely.” That is, he will soon be the commander in chief. “However, as my mother used to say, quoting a Bible with which I often fought, ‘hate the sin, but love the sinner.’ There must be no more crushing of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a means of ruling a people’s spirit. This has already happened to people of color, poor people, women, children. We see where this leads, where it has led. “A good model of how to ‘work with the enemy’ internally is presented by the Dalai Lama, in his endless caretaking of his soul as he confronts the Chinese government that invaded Tibet. Because, finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies, the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies. And your smile, with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our way, and brightening the world. “We are the ones—we are the ones we have been waiting for.”