Jalapeño

Zeppo hanging out with us.


Resting my way through my usual February vacation week. It's helping, especially getting out in the garden. Stuff is alive beneath the autumn mulch. Mulch that is soon to be compost. It's nearly 60˚F, pleasant to garden in. Picked up grocery store beans and lentils, and coriander, to plant. Another week or so, and might as well get started.


We've had lunch at restaurants three days running. Yesterday the Asian/sushi place. The menu has a nice range from 'quite reasonable' to 'Wow'. We stick to the low end lunch specials, well made, delicious and nourishing.


And before I started in on my Mex roll (jalapeño, crab, avocado) Dylan said, "Close your eyes for a minute."

Ok. I did, raising my eyebrow. I heard a click or two, but the idea of a ring box was ridiculous.

"All set, open them."

A single lit candle stuck in, and I laughed quietly, gave it a moment's honor, blew it out and put it in my pocket. A waitress walking by remarked that it was sweet. Yes, it was, and very funny, and just the right level of fuss. We have a long-standing agreement that any noisy celebration of a birthday with singing, is grounds for automatic divorce. As we finished eating, the other waitress mentioned she assumed it was my birthday, I put a finger to my lips, and she left it at that. I think the waitstaff enjoyed our little ritual, at least they didn't confiscate the lighter.

Anyone wishing me happy birthday in the comments will have their comment deleted, and I do mean that. No exceptions.

Let's haiku through March.