Good omens for 2018
1. A beautiful bunch of New Year’s carrots, gifted to me by the dreadlocked organic produce guy as I paid for my tomatoes. “To lighten my load,” he said. I love that. It will not shock you to learn that while R is away visiting family I’ve been doing some New Year’s purging. Wheeeeee! Let’s all lighten our loads. Make room for the new, and also just make room.
2. TOMATOES ARE STILL IN SEASON YOU GUYS. Is this a) a good omen or b) yet another sign that the apocalypse is nigh?
3. 3 for $5 ripe avocados. And the one I cut into for lunch was perfect. Perfect. (It's possible that 8/10 of these good omens will be produce-related.) (Not really, I just had a very nice time at the farmer's market yesterday.)
4. Our neighbor’s cat Vinnie stopped by to say hello last night, then disappeared into the basement and hung out in the dark for two hours after I accidentally locked him in. I didn’t mean to lock him in, I swear, but I do really want him to catch the rat that's lurking down there. He smelled it! He was intrigued! Hence the disappearing, and the me accidentally locking him in. Anyway. We’ll get ‘er in 2018, won’t we Vin?
5. A fresh(ish) tennis ball, unearthed from the basement (speaking of basements). I’m trying to keep it handy, squeezing squeezing squeezing while I’m reading or staring at a screen. Seems to help with the wicked RSI I’m getting from typing, and pecking pinching swiping on my phone.
6. Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” blasting from a neighborhood party at 12:19am on New Year’s Day. Objectively not a great song, but it always flushes me with great memories. S visiting LA for what turned into a weeklong bachelorette party. R chauffeuring us around in my beloved Volvo station wagon, Blue.
7. Chemistry by Weike Wang. I’m taking it as a terrific sign not only that Wang wrote this nerdy, minimalist, brilliant novel, but also that it got published, and that it’s been so well received. More inspiring than any movie I saw this year, with the exception of A Woman, A Part. (Incidentally, Dept. of Speculation, Jenny Offill's strange little novel told in snippets, has really stayed with me too.)
8. The chicharrónes de consuelo (porkbelly cracklings) taco from CaCao Mexicatessen. Not an omen per se, but insanely good. So crispy/fatty you feel like it might give you a heart attack but you can’t put it down until it's gone. Don’t get more than one. The carnitas de pato (duck) taco is also good. And fatty. Fatty fatty fatty. But the chicharron is what I'll go back for.
9. This tweet.
10. That big ol' moon.
xoxo,
Laramie
2. TOMATOES ARE STILL IN SEASON YOU GUYS. Is this a) a good omen or b) yet another sign that the apocalypse is nigh?
3. 3 for $5 ripe avocados. And the one I cut into for lunch was perfect. Perfect. (It's possible that 8/10 of these good omens will be produce-related.) (Not really, I just had a very nice time at the farmer's market yesterday.)
4. Our neighbor’s cat Vinnie stopped by to say hello last night, then disappeared into the basement and hung out in the dark for two hours after I accidentally locked him in. I didn’t mean to lock him in, I swear, but I do really want him to catch the rat that's lurking down there. He smelled it! He was intrigued! Hence the disappearing, and the me accidentally locking him in. Anyway. We’ll get ‘er in 2018, won’t we Vin?
5. A fresh(ish) tennis ball, unearthed from the basement (speaking of basements). I’m trying to keep it handy, squeezing squeezing squeezing while I’m reading or staring at a screen. Seems to help with the wicked RSI I’m getting from typing, and pecking pinching swiping on my phone.
6. Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” blasting from a neighborhood party at 12:19am on New Year’s Day. Objectively not a great song, but it always flushes me with great memories. S visiting LA for what turned into a weeklong bachelorette party. R chauffeuring us around in my beloved Volvo station wagon, Blue.
7. Chemistry by Weike Wang. I’m taking it as a terrific sign not only that Wang wrote this nerdy, minimalist, brilliant novel, but also that it got published, and that it’s been so well received. More inspiring than any movie I saw this year, with the exception of A Woman, A Part. (Incidentally, Dept. of Speculation, Jenny Offill's strange little novel told in snippets, has really stayed with me too.)
8. The chicharrónes de consuelo (porkbelly cracklings) taco from CaCao Mexicatessen. Not an omen per se, but insanely good. So crispy/fatty you feel like it might give you a heart attack but you can’t put it down until it's gone. Don’t get more than one. The carnitas de pato (duck) taco is also good. And fatty. Fatty fatty fatty. But the chicharron is what I'll go back for.
9. This tweet.
10. That big ol' moon.
xoxo,
Laramie
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