It All Catches Up With You @ Sitting on a Part of the Couch on the Front Deck, Bellingham

It all catches up with you: moments, memories, meaning.

We decided to delay our departure a day to give a nice 24 hour buffer, prevent stress and maximize efficiencies and time along favorite coordinates.

I got a chance to properly pack the rental van, pack lunches, pack coolers, make a cat hut / cat fort and as the house emptied, I would have these moments where my eyes swallowed the bare floors or the sunset and see them in both the first way and the now way.

I remember my first visit up here and being confused; not only by the obvious task of looking for things in a new kitchen but also in wondering why he had so many things of baking powder.

Now, the kitchen is organized by my handiwork and, although David still tends to have multiples of things, that no longer confuses me. I know how he operates and how, for him – it’s easier just to buy it and have it than to make a list and take inventory before leaving the house.

(Multiply that by the fact Kara (11 year old step daughter) bakes and he grocery shops as a sport; you get a lot of cinnamon, vanilla extract and baking powder.)

Anyway….

There is a picture of him that I took putting our to go coffees together before my early morning flight out after that first visit up here. It’s my favorite – I remember thinking “he is so handsome” and “I like his style” and “I’m proud of him”.

It’s hard for me at times to see him leaving Washington. He loves it up here, he just moved up here two years ago, and I know if we could root here we would grow something we both are so intrigued by.

That being said, I really truly know that we are still actively rooting – regardless of city. And I really truly know what we grow is very intriguing. Lastly, I believe leaving here does not negate the very cool, very whole hearted thing he did moving up here two years ago.

David continually shows his kids, me and now my daughters a generosity and a willingness that births adventure. I think he shows a boat load of patience, creativity and ethic that fruit a home.

He “gives” more than he “sacrifices” and I found myself moving through the house I know now like the back of my hand feeling this “wow he really loves me” feeling.

I think, when you’re going through major change, and you’re really present and feeling it – you don’t always realize the summation of what is occurring.

Baselines tend not to be minute by minute play by plays. But they *do* happen and all the sudden you’re in your boyfriend’s kitchen as his wife, you’re packing his family as your own and you know the trust between you is green and ambient and maybe even a little psychotic in its love.

Some college kids bought a tv off of us and David took $ off to have them move the couch out for the neighbor to grab. And so we picnic’d on it :)
I’ll remember this forever – back when we had no idea “how it was going to work”, just that it “was working” :) ✌🏼

Final Days Before Moving @ Bellingham With a Bright Sky Behind Me

I laid in bed awake last night and was going through this work puzzle and – in a dream like state – was trying to figure out the question I was going to ask to get some clarity.

Annoyed work woke me up, I decided to log time to the project for this subconscious processing, and tried to switch gears to thinking about my Amazon subscriptions and how I was going to run the most efficient household ever. Strategic Target runs… bike ride to the market for fresh fruits and veggies… double benefits as I’ll get exercise and I’m sure David will join me… still awake… still awake… I hope this doesn’t happen on the road trip, I want to be able to sleep on the caravan to STL… started counting sheep.

Our bodies seemed to be going in a side sleep / back sleep cycle. When I got to 117 with the sheep, I sighed. He spoke, “I am wide awake.”

“Me too”.

We compared early morning notes of where our minds were. For him? Time travel and why Ed Norton played the original Hulk. <head rolls back and silent laughter – the Avengers!>

We cuddled up and chatted a little bit. It was 3 am and we started daydreaming about a honeymoon. We have not had a chance to honeymoon with COVID. Such a buzz kill.

I turned on some singing bowls. I finally fell asleep. Woke up with a work dream… I had figured out the question I wanted to ask and went to a meeting in a posh foreign building. I was wearing all slim solid black designer clothes.. stiletto heels.. the people we were meeting with were patronizing and had diamond eyebrows. My boss signaled for me to just do what they said, that I was not up to it. I ignored him, sat at the table and stared this diamond eyebrowed guy right in the diamond eyebrows and said “I just may have the answer you need.”

Which is ironic given that I am the one with the question. Prophetic, perhaps.

David makes the coffee in the mornings and brought two mugs to bed for coffee time when we finally got up for good. I try to work on central time when on the west coast but am one million percent failing miserably.

We made our list this morning of things to do in the next couple of days. Gotta make a plan for the cats to travel, get the rental van I will be driving, finish packing, road trip meal planning… not gonna lie – excited about the cooler…. 

Ok. Work. Let’s see about getting the day done…

Lemon Curry Corn Chowder Part 2 @ On the Deck Now – Bellingham

David just got back from a quick run up to Twin Sisters Brewery.

Twin Sisters is not in the top 5 of things I will miss, but top 10 for sure. It has first date spot from my first trip up here plus where I fell in love with malty-beer vibes..

There is this famous drive a little bit south of our house up here called Chuckanut Drive. We stayed at a lookout there once and did the whole art of nothing thing, sat on the perch up in the trees, listened to the water, read, guitar, made up songs and ate from a selection of things I picked up from the bulk foods aisle at Whole Foods. Today reminds me of that day :)

I decided to roast the potatoes (2 fat yukons and a handful of small red ones) in butter, chardonnay, thyme and cinnamon before putting them in with the chowder. The base with the corn is smelling so good. I took it off heat and am letting it chill out for a minute, figure out its identity, before I put the potatoes in – the rest of the wine – bring it to a boil and round it home.

David has apparently taken some master class series on how to not listen to the answers of questions you ask your wife. I am being comical, of course. A different part of my cycle on a not so beautiful day may have me annoyed, but it’s out in the open and we are officially playing a game called “guess thing thing you just agreed to” where I check in that he was thinking with head, heart and stomach on how willing – for example – he is to wait for chowder.

(I mean, given that we are in a blog series about it, I need to make sure tomorrow at sunrise is an acceptable time to eat… just in case I believe this chowder needs to be set out for some kind of midnight ritual after I sage the kitchen…)

Which reminds me, I am neither drunk nor stoned while writing this. Or while cooking this Christ child of a chowder. One of the great feats of my life will be the day when all who love and surround me accept that I was simply born kind of stoned, with a lot of ideas and – coincidentally – kind of droopy eye lids.

He is snacking on this thing I made yesterday (grilled jalapenos, yellow peppers, shrimp and onions with angel hair pasta, lemon and capers) and just asked me to hang on to that recipe. Recipe. Smile. Sigh.

I keep these little notebooks in my kitchens (about to be one kitchen, which does have me thinking about which notebook will be kept in the kitchen once we move) that I just write when I am figuring something out. One time I ended up putting popcorn in a stew I had going in the crockpot. That was terrible and that page was ripped out.

We went to Vancouver the next day and redeemed our entire foodie journey by eating our way through Chinatown. (Which I highly recommend…)

Okay – this post has zero point except that writing without edits for this amount of time is how long the potatoes should roast before you mix them in the chowder and round it home.