Actually making a great deal of progress toward finishing Maui Wave, and liking it again. Went back and forth last night with some angles, some broad white strokes which I took out again almost immediately, and some cloud-like detail, not unlike watercolor clouds of old, and more detailing with the tiny round brush. Will need to re-up next on Prussian and Cobalt Blue, I’m noticing, which is wild to me, and fun.
Here’s my palette at the moment, which is a lovely place to be. Maybe you like it too, so I thought I’d show it to you. I love my studio. Lots of light, my favorite place in the home to be, when I’m up.
And now, for something completely different, a recipe for Summer Squash, and don’t we all need one this time of year? if you like that sort of thing … for there was a time when you couldn’t have made me eat this … strangely enough …
Summer Squash Recipe
¼ cup goat cheese
¼ cup fresh herbs (oregano, marjoram, tarragon, chives, your choice)
2 small onions (sliced very thinly on the round)
6 squash (yellow or zucchini)
2 Tbs olive oil for sautéing
1 tsp sea or Kosher salt
1 tsp freshly ground black pepper
Saute onions in olive oil with salt and pepper and fresh herbs. If desired, make a pesto of the fresh herbs or chop finely. (If you make a pesto, use a blender and add as much olive oil as you need.)
Chop squash into 1/4 inch rounds and toss on top of the sautéing onions and herbs but don’t stir until all the squash is added. Chop or crumble, depending on the goat cheese you have, on top of the squash , and stir thoroughly. Then, cover and let steam on low for as long as you like. We like the squash to be lightly steamed, not floppy. YUM.
We went to the Port City Brewing Company (http://www.portcitybrewing.com/) yesterday and the vibe was superb. Well done! I can’t say enough about how clean, how nice everything was, and now good the beer was. I know, I wasn’t supposed to have any, and I won’t have any more. I had one little beer and a half, in their adorable little glasses, and got my lasting beer headache to prove for it, doncha know. It was worth it. Tasted great. Had to go there. Anyhoo, highly recommend them, all around.
Jason told me about this article he read about research they did on crows remembering bad people from crow generation to crow generation. And we were glad that the most we’ve ever done to any crows is to say “Bak-ak, Bak-ak” back at them, we must admit, somewhat mockingly. So I’m sure we’re remembered around here by the crows for that. Hee. But what if all the non-human populations remember us for all of our actions from non-human generation to non-human generation. For then I am the blinking nice lady who sends them fairy juice. Yeah. Good karma to the non-humans. I like to think that now. I blink at them and sometimes they blink back, because I heard somewhere that direct, nonblinking eye contact to the non-humans is considered threatening. Go figure.
Lots of flashbacks still and fragmented, but hanging in. My counselor said to think of this as an opportunity to have a mid-life crisis and reinvent, cleanse myself of these old crimes in my cells and memory-minds and start fresh, new. I said to her, look, I had a mid-life crisis when I was thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, hell, I said, I have mid-week crises, mid-day crises. Every day is a new day for me, a new start. We looked at each other and broke into a laugh. I love her sense of humor. Right. I said I know, I can look at this more deeply. There is a list of characteristics of the old me that I don’t want to keep, like, nervous, insecure, apologetic, depressed, suicidal, anxious, enraged, I could go on … and there’s a list of who I am that I want to increase, be more … bold, spiritual, loving, healthy, creative, individual, fun-loving, content, happy … we can work on that she said. Yeah! And punching pillows, she said, we need to externalize your anger more. And curse a blue streak, I said — let’s do that — okay — and raise my voice — alla that —
So we’re working on it over here.
Today is going really well so far. Hoping to finish the painting, it’s a beautiful day, charging up the IPod, you know, kind of just indescribably good. I like it when it happens that way. Happy Sunday!