Wednesday, March 31, 2010

365

A year ago I walked toward Luke with a lump in my throat. I was laughing, but not; crying, but not; biting my bottom lip so that nothing crazy would come out of my mouth. My father was helping me walk toward Luke's beaming face. He seemed sturdy and constant and I wanted to burst to pieces.

5 months before that, Luke walked me through the woods, collecting leaves and proclaiming the beauty of that last autumn day. He had a burning lump in the pocket of his jeans, a ring, waiting for his future wife. As we stood by a pond in the fading sunlight, he put it on my finger, shaking and grinning and crying.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

things i still like about my job

i never work nights
there is usually some kind of excitement happening
i work with three other ladies who are unique and happy people
the owners of the establishment are gregarious, kind, and intelligent people
i'm the boss and people do what i say
i'm the boss and if i mess up no one can touch me!
i'm the boss.
phone conversations with another Java manager, Chuck, that comprise mostly of laughing and terrible jokes
i can bike to work
i get to watch the world and weather go by through our windowed walls
and, probably most recently, my favorite thing has been opening the shop and making myself an 8oz latte every morning:




Tuesday, March 2, 2010

moving slow and humming


this past saturday was sleepy and dimly lit and warm and full. i didn't leave the house once. i ate two meals with my best friends and three with my best-friend-husband. i made bread and rue only ate 1/4 of the dough. noel and i planted all the pac choi and broccoli and rudbeckia in trays and read books and had tea and fresh bread. we ate three delicous, handcrafted, wowzer pizzas around the coffee table while tyler and linsey talked about old-school video games. a lot.



luke told me to caption this: "My name is Olga and I make many delicous breads."
this is how I would caption this: " I am baking bread in my favorite apron and I am also cold."

Here is a current debate in our house:
If Luke and I had a wrestling match, who would win? Me, because I am little and aggressive and rascally (and Luke says too willing to inflict pain) or Luke, because he has more muscles and weight to him and also knowledge in the ways of wrestling moves?
Let us know what you think.

love
the groces