Things in threes: My old friend Dawn came out to visit this weekend. We sifted through sand, fog and memories while sipping coffee drinks prepared by an overly eager brace-toothed teenager with a plastic pet pig named Winky.
I slept on an air mattress that lost air mid-night, inflated it promptly with an electrical apparatus and dreamt of high fiving Chinook Salmon.
Instead of buying cookbooks in bulk, I checked them (two French, one Ethiopian, one Greek, one vegan and one vegetarian) out from the library and carried them home with gooey arms. I'm trying to amp myself up for a stint of dining in only.