June 21, 2015

I felt every bit of that pint of ice cream Ben & Jerry made me eat last night as I awoke:  My arms were bloated and poofy (my belly has long become numb to feeling that sort of change).  If I could get rid of the last 5 hours of the day, I would wither away…it’s those late night callings which do me in.  

I wrote to a friend who had attended the memorial service of our late principal at AISZ – and her response lit the fire which fuels me when I begin doubting the ability to move to Switzerland.  She mentioned networking and finding the right people I can talk to about finding a job.  I also chatted with a friend who is living her dream right now in Spain – who understands better than most the passion about living in Europe.  I’m excited – the possibilities ABOUND!!  I must keep doing what is best for me here…so that I can go there.

I saw a post that got me thinking:  food (of course, what did you expect?)  Chef Keith Breedlove friend-requested me a few months ago through a mutual FB friend and I have been following his burgers (and his posted thoughts) ever since.  For some reason, today was the day;  I found out his location (West Sac) and headed down.   I WAS SO EXCITED!!  More about meeting him and his truck-partner, Amy, than the food, but the food was a GREAT backup!! I pulled in, parked and TOTALLY forgot me “code line” which was for me to say “So – is it good?”  Then he was to respond, “No, I’m just cooking it as a dare.” (This was what I suggested he say when a customer asked him if a particular burger was good…).  Let me tell you what – he whipped up a Brussel Sprout (YES!  What I dislike more than anything!) which I LOVED!! The French fires (don’t laugh) were whipped up with some kind of fancy special Magic Powers mix which made them  beyond delicious and the burger was heavenly…beyond heavenly!  I ate it in the comfort of my car under a huge tree in a business park.  After, I needed a second part, so I decided to head to IKEA to pick up a duvet cover for Ethan.  He has out-grown the polka dot cover I got him 7 years ago.  

 

IKEA is a store which brings me back to Europe. It is very European (could be the Swedish history of the store, I realize…) in set-up and style and the items.  Of course, there are many other stores in Europe which have different styles and types of wares they sell, but as a whole, this style is quite common I have found.  To top it off, they have a floor which will always make me think of the old floor in Zürich airport.  I’m not sure if Zürich still has it, but I will never forget seeing that black floor with raised circles as a child.  Universe is showing me signs…:  I have also now, two days in a row, seen an RV in Placerville with a sticker from Canton Bern.  I am reading your signs, Universe – loud and clear.

I got back home and needed to take off the Birks.  I think all this arch support is knocking my poor body off too much.  My back is hurting and I know it is from the shoes.  Hopefully a few hours each day will help readjust, but it may be too late.  My body is going to hurt something fierce when I’m older.  I got some laundry going and got right back to cleaning the house and setting aside for our yard sale.  Laundry wasn’t going to fold itself, so I attacked that basket of socks and whatnots, throwing a bunch of stuff out that is unmatchable.  Hey – I’m all about the single life, but not if you’re just going to sit there.  

Pictures:  The magical floor of IKEA; The Gamora burger by Keith Breedlove; Wearing the cowboy hat from Texas one more time.  I got it when I visited my dad the last time, but I've never worn it.  Happy Father's Day, Papi.  I miss you.