june 2 no. 2

Alright. Maybe slightly pathetic that at 10:42 pm on the night of my actual birthday I am blogging. But Larry has to catch a plane to San Jose in the morning. Early. And I'm headed for Omega for 3 weeks tomorrow evening.
We spent the day doing not much of anything. Got the hammock up, which we never got to last year. So major accomplishment, and more so because I actually spent some time in it before it started raining.
2nd year in a row that birthday dinner was marked by torrential rains. Which I actually love. Cleansing. Intense. And full of memories. When we were kids, we'd stand beneath the gutters, showering in the downpour. I spent a few minutes earlier in the day, sitting in the tent listening to the rain. Nothing like it.
Dinner at Serevan in Amenia was gorgeous. I was a bit depressed on the way. Partly because I'd been drinking white wine all day and my buzz was wearing off. But also just the reality of the moment.
But once there, a smoker martini in my hand, I felt a bit better. And the food was just delicious. I had salmon; Larry had black bass. The presentation was lovely. And the mix of flavors a nice surprise.
We drove across Bangall Amenia Road, a lovely drive, just as it was getting dark. On the way back, lightening lit up the sky.
Now, as I sit here blogging, Larry is packing.
I'd meant to have a little bon fire and burn a ball of herbs from South America meant to help one cast off all that no longer serves. A shamanic medicine ball of sorts. But the rain has left everything too wet. And it's too hot to start a fire indoors in the fireplace. So maybe tomorrow.