Day 128 - 15 Minutes of Unedited Thought

Dave is constantly trying to find the best salsa. Like one exists somewhere out there, and he just needs to find it. This habit of his lends itself a special place in our fridge. The bottom shelf of our fridge door is where less lovely salsas, not passing his litmus test, go to die. There they sit, 1/4-eaten, until months later, I, nose-upturned, throw them out.

I don't think he'll ever stop his journey. I think he forgets when he finds a salsa he likes, because he simply goes on, picking and choosing new ones. He swears though, that he does in fact remember, and to prove it, he starts naming off particular salsas in his life that have moved him. He even knows which particular stores carry which particular salsas. I stand corrected.

My mother is touching down in San Diego in about three hours. She probably in the airport now, browsing the news store, picking out a new book. I am hoping she has a window seat so that when she comes into the city she can see how beautiful it is. Like the plane is her first chaffeur in this misty city. If she could just get an overview, I know she'd fall in love, I wouldn't have to worry so much about her first impression. I'd be confident that she'd be smitten.

I went out to eat with my friend (that's right, you heard me, I have a friend, a real live friend) Amanda last night. She's such a lovely girl; I'm feeling so good about my little circle of people so far. One of the cool things about her, is not only does she wear yellow peacoats with purple ballet slippers, when she eats, she can pick out specific tastes in her mouth. Case in point, she dipped her flatbread in a mysery sauce and said, "Hmmm...there's definitely curry in there."

Now, although I have a highly developed taste of what sucks big time and what's like really really good, I admire my more culinary advanced friends. I love to cook. Like a ton. But I think I could learn a thing or two from my new friend. How do I know this? She is also experimenting with jarring peppers. What?! Awesome.

I gotta clean my house now.

P.S. I love grapes. All colors.

P.S.S. I also love my cats. I had a dream that I lost my youngest one last night. I was balling. Devasted. I've hugged him three times today.