ha ha, little joke there.
the winter break is over and we are back in the thick of it with work, school, pta meetings, worries about budget cuts to education, rich squeezing in his music career, doctor appointments, etc. etc. i even had the opportunity this week to write up and report a substitute teacher at work who showed up with no teaching skills and some incredibly racist comments.
over new year's we visited friends on their rural property in point arena. our little friend ella was really interested in picking mushrooms, specifically candy caps, which we picked off a trail near her house. they have a maple syrup flavor and we cooked them in buckwheat pancakes, yum. i had a strong memory of picking hedgehog mushrooms on our other friend's property down the road ten years ago and wanted to try again. i ventured into the wet woods, pushing under and climbing over wild rhododendron branches, and there, amidst the dark earth and dead leaves and branches, were hedgehogs, yellow tops poking up in random little clumps. i could hear my kids calling "mommy where are you?" but i was in a pretty dense area and had a little quality time with myself picking wild mushrooms with trees and ferns for company before they found me. we ate the hedgehogs in an omelet and funnel chanterelles in new year's eve risotto.
over new year's we visited friends on their rural property in point arena. our little friend ella was really interested in picking mushrooms, specifically candy caps, which we picked off a trail near her house. they have a maple syrup flavor and we cooked them in buckwheat pancakes, yum. i had a strong memory of picking hedgehog mushrooms on our other friend's property down the road ten years ago and wanted to try again. i ventured into the wet woods, pushing under and climbing over wild rhododendron branches, and there, amidst the dark earth and dead leaves and branches, were hedgehogs, yellow tops poking up in random little clumps. i could hear my kids calling "mommy where are you?" but i was in a pretty dense area and had a little quality time with myself picking wild mushrooms with trees and ferns for company before they found me. we ate the hedgehogs in an omelet and funnel chanterelles in new year's eve risotto.i also became addicted to watching weeds on netflix. so easy to push "watch next episode" on the laptop. i don't usually do this, but i fell right into a serious addiction, and am pretty sleep-deprived from watching 2-4 hours a night for the last two weeks.
weeds, weeds, weeds. i would love to sink into it right now, curled up in bed watching a dysfunctional family and their underground adventures. escape escape. but maya is here, and laundry, and dishes, and the rest of the real live world.
the caption for maya's picture is "this is a clown who has a broken leg and he has crutches. he is smiling because he can't wait to get back to the clown show."
i am assuming the clown got hurt on the job. he must really love his work.
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