How are you?
Me? I'm great. Today, I'm great.
Yesterday was another story. I did not drink coffee and, well, the best way to put it is things got a little weird. I considered yesterday a useless day, but I was wrong. Dead wrong. It turns out my weird day was actually a very productive incubation day. It has allowed today to be a day in which I am bursting with so many thoughts and ideas I'm just not sure how or where to begin. Some little things and some big, all of them in a beautifully tangled mess.
There was the day last week that really felt like summer (San Franciscans don't often have these feelings in July). It required a cool crisp salad with a very particular buttermilk dressing. I adore this dressing. My salad was super simple, just red leaf lettuce and a few thinly sliced radishes. After finishing my delicious salad, I couldn't stop eating buttermilk dressed carrots. This somehow leads me to my desire to make Rachel's fiori di zucca. Simplicity at its best--no mozzarella, no ricotta, no anchovy...and served with prosecco. Oh, yes. Rachel is my hero. So I'm thinking of fresh fruits and vegetables (and flowers...and prosecco) and the way I am gravitating toward food with little to no adornment. Is there more to say about this? Perhaps. Maybe this is enough. Not sure.
And then there is the day I felt like going for a ride over the Golden Gate Bridge. Chris made it happen. It was a gloomy morning and we escaped into the sunshine. We ended up in Larkspur at Donut Alley. I've been craving a peanut donut ever since I wrote The Pier. They didn't make peanut donuts, so I ate this one instead. They made a fresh jelly-filled donut for Chris. Such service! This also reminded me of a recent chat with my father and one of the many food memories we discussed. The memory about the orchard where we used to pick apples and the little shack with a screen door that sold warm donuts. This made me think of Mom's early cookbook collection visible in the background of a 1970s photo of my little sis and me. Do I have additional thoughts about food and memory? Pull up a chair. This might take a while.
I've almost finished this warm weather scarf. Something for early mornings in San Francisco. It is complete with the exception of an end that requires weaving. Summer knitting is not something that ranks high on my list of summer pastimes, but the use of a cotton based yarn, along with living in a city that has a summer like no other (usually cool), has me changing my tune.
And most importantly, Barbara Pym. Ms. Pym has been on my mind for a while. I'd like to talk with you about her. About her writing style, her characters, what she's made me think about my own writing, and some other bits. I'm organizing my thoughts. These thoughts feel most important and are therefore more difficult to articulate.
W.S. Merwin too, but I'm trying (unsuccessfully) to address one item at a time, take it one step at a time.
Thank you for your patience.