March 20, 2012 § 11 Comments
A while back, more years than I’d like to consider actually – oh. yes. that’s a little scary to think about – I took a journalism class. As with so many classes, I remember very little from it. A few things, however, are indelibly stuck in my memory: the inverted pyramid format of conveying information (most important info first, juicy details later), which I found I abhored; the maxim, “if it bleeds it leads” (meaning, violence always get the front page); and the professor’s counsel that the public always wants stories about war, scandal, children, and pets.
I’m not sure I agree with that assessment. Or maybe it’s just that those are never the things I want to write about. (Good thing I didn’t wind up going into journalism!) Except today. Today I want to write about pets, specifically, my pet. You’ve all already humored me so much, but now I’m going to make you listen to just one more story about the puppy.
Because, this weekend, we took her to the beach, and she saw the ocean for the first time.
It was pure joy to watch her awe as she crested a dune and started at the sight of the water. She stared for a long moment, just like I do whenever I arrive at the ocean, actually. Then, she initiated a game of chase with the waves. « Read the rest of this entry »
March 19, 2010 § 4 Comments
Joel and I decided to have a date night a couple of nights ago. Always a good idea in my book. We went to a spectacular little local restaurant that is usually quite packed because of general awesomeness. But, they had recently just expanded to include a little bar area, and we thought we just might be able to squeak in, it being a very week-night-ish night. Not only did we manage to squeak in, it turns out that every Tuesday night they have a 4-course prix fixe meal complete with wine pairings, which is a fabulous deal! We decided to ditch our original plan of sharing little bar appetizers and go ahead and indulge, not realizing that when they say each course is paired with a different wine, they really mean it. A big ole’ full glass of wine. Neither of us were quite prepared for that on a Tuesday. But you know what, when the universe hands you four glasses of really nice, small vineyard wines from the Rhône Valley, you do not say, “oh no, I shouldn’t. I couldn’t possibly. It’s a weeknight.” No! You stay strong and stay the course and bask in how beautifully the flinty, and cherry, and mossy notes pair with the food.
It was a grand evening. By the last course we were waxing quite philosophical and, I think, had come quite near to solving all the political problems of the country, past, present, and future. But, even the first course was stand out. Because, it gave me an idea of what to do with my last celery root! « Read the rest of this entry »