Frothing Your Milk
Since the move to Tualatin, I've been enamored of plants and mildly obsessed with sustainability. Perhaps I'm inspired by the wildlife preserve nearby, or the cherry blossoms covering the tree next to our balcony? It could also be hormones... Regardless of my motivation, our windowsill is filled with old sauce, pickle, and jam jars in which I've potted various succulents and flowers. And those plants grow; buds become blooms. We eat food; we drink beverages. And now we have cuttings and the perfect glass containers in which to gift them!
Jesus was the Elvis of ancient Jerusalem. Or the Lady Gaga, for you kids. Lots of people knew about him and they walked a LONG way for a mere touch of his robe, or a simple glimpse of him from a distance. They were fans; he was everybody’s Jesus. Some people would say he still is, because he’s not dead. That’s cool. I like to think Jesus lives on just as Marilyn Monroe lives on - as a great story.
Our commute to work involves a car. It’s a 2007 Volkswagen Passat with leather interior and a moonroof. We paid less for it than you think. My husband and I were a great team at the negotiating table, because our “act” was, in fact, real. I, the somewhat whiny batter of eyelashes, pleaded with Jed while he, the conflicted adjuster of eyeglasses, silently contemplated. The salesman, the poker-faced maker of deals, made offer after offer after offer. He was determined to convince Jed to appease me - to sell us the damned car already.
I'm sitting in the airport, in Marquette, MI. It's easily the smallest airport I've passed through, and the most exclusive -- Only Delta and AA fly commercially through this city. Folks are trickling in. Every non-uniformed person in here will fall into either of two groups: Folks waiting for arrivals, or folks waiting to fly on the same plane I'll be boarding. Only about four flights are departing from Marquette today. Dad went out on the 11:20am and I'm on the next flight... at 3:50pm. He's going through Detroit and on to Pennsylvania; I'm going through Minneapolis and on to Oregon.