Monday, June 9
It’s been a slow recovery. It doesn’t help that it’s been so cold out. It’s bizarre that it’s June. I am used to sunny, hot and humid Junes of Virginia. This, the woeful northwest ‘spring’ is basically an extension of winter. We get days, no, weeks of gray coolness blowing in mists from the Pacific eastward, sometimes falling to heavy rain. It’s like March exists in April, May and now June, too. It only clears and blossoms into summer after Independence Day, on July 5, to be specific. As I chill to the bone with nostalgia for the random but limited days of 70 and 80 degree temperatures with sunny, blue skies, I try to be patient for a better July.
I got to work early for a meeting at the Coffee Cottage in Newberg. After, I had about an hour to get caught up on work. I met my co-worker at the winery for another meeting with a local chef for one of our summer wine dinners, but he had to cancel at the last minute. Then, I drove off to Portland to meet with our designer and web administrator. I had thirty minutes to kill and went to Taco Del Mar for corn tortilla tacos with pork and a side of black beans and rice.
I had a long but very productive meeting, first reviewing the website and going over our next steps for ongoing improvements and redesigns, where needed. Then I spent about two hours meeting with our designer to go over our brochure, wine club brochure, press kit folders, and matching mailing envelopes. The over-all look is quite beautiful and it streamlines all of our materials. I was very excited about the progress. Finally, we looked at some packaging options for our concept wine, which will release in September.
I left their office feeling really great about the work we’ve been doing since February. This is certainly an exciting time at work.
When I got home, I changed and went to the gym. I walked for fifty minutes while chatting with my mom on the phone. She had sent me another Safeway grocery gift card! She is too generous. I picked up my mail and headed over to Safeway for groceries.
When I got home, I made probably one of my best batches of soup. I heated a box of organic, free-range chicken broth and about 8 cups of water. Next, I added fresh Thyme and lots of ground pepper. I chopped up organic carrots and celery and added to the broth, with celery leaves. Then, I added Swiss Chard and two small Vidalia onions. I cleaned two ears of sweet white corn and cut each into four sections, adding them to the soup, which was nearing to a boil.
While that was cooking, I heated a small bowl of Annie Chun’s sprouted brown rice and dumped it in a deep, large soup bowl. Then I added some fresh chicken I sliced from a whole homestyle free range roasted chicken. I ladled the soup over the brown rice and chicken, steaming and looking quite beautiful with the sliced carrots, greens and sections of corn on the cob. It was delicious!
After dinner I had a Klondike Slim-A-Bear French Vanilla Bar with lowfat vanilla ice cream and a chocolate shell, with only 100 calories. Klondike introduced the Slim-A-Bear bars and sandwiches to give consumers a variety of options that were lowfat, low calorie – for a lighter indulgence. It was pretty satisfying.
I had a nice cup of Yogi Chamomile tea while I watched The Bachelorette. I admit, it’s a guilty pleasure. I can’t get over how hot these guys are or how perfect their abs are! I mean, I respect a guy for his mind and all, but this is ridiculous. This girl is quite lucky. She has a pack of hot men fighting for her heart. And here my single girlfriends and I would be happy with one date! Dating is practically non-existent in Portland. But, according to lifestyle coach, Jared Matthew Weiss, we need to figure out what’s holding us back and then go out and ask three men out per month.
I did get a text message from a guy we watched the Redwings games with – he asked me to meet him for a movie this week. That’s pretty cool. And a step. I am really wanting to date around and see what’s out there! At minimum, I’ll make some good guy friends. I long for male friends – I miss having the guy buddy.
My French ex had sent me a lovely email before the weekend, accompanied with a sweet poem he wrote for me. The romantic part of me wondered deeply about this man. But I kept hitting a wall with the same old conundrum. If we wanted to see where we are today, whether or not there’s still a spark, and if we could have a happy, healthy relationship, I wondered how we could possibly do that while I was living in Oregon and he’s still in Paris, France. I would feel totally guilty to take him away from his family, there, too. I just don’t know if it’s logistically possible for us to come together. I thought about reaching out to some of my friends out here who do some form of film production, I thought perhaps he could get a temporary visa, work for three months in production in Portland and stay in a furnished apartment downtown for a short-term lease. If we were to test the waters, we would need to live separate and slowly date without pressure.
It’s a mystery. Finding and cultivating real, balanced, good love. Totally ambiguous. From where it comes, to how long it stays, it’s all mystery to me.
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