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The Missing Sock

Well, the washer in the apartment complex is still out-of-order, so the laundromat it is once again. As I set my basket on one of the numerous large washing machines that crowd the laundromat, something catches my eye: a small sock imprinted with the word “LOVE” in big, bold, colorful letters, sitting on top of one of the washers. Its partner however is nowhere to be seen — perhaps it is hiding in one of the dryers. Whose tiny feet belong to this sock?

After I load the laundry and feed the machine with its various demands for detergent and quarters, I head across the street to get a free smoothie, for which I have a coupon. Smoothies to me, are like light to a moth.

After the washing machine finishes its duty I dump the laundry back in the basket, to take it to the apartment where it will hang outside on the clothesline for the sun to dry it.

It is one day after Earth Day: my son Christian picked a fine day to celebrate his birthday. I called him yesterday and we had a nice long talk. (Yes indeed — the astute reader has noticed — this post was supposed to appear in April — we are indeed a bit late). I received an interesting link from him via e-mail after our chat: a link to the music of the composer Holst, who I was not familiar with. Holst wrote music about some of the planets, but poor Pluto has been ignominiously ignored once again. My friend Gary was familiar with those compositions. Naturally — he is a musician. I much prefer Bach or Mozart though.

Making a rather abrupt transition from planets to food, I recently remembered that my mom used to prepare  butter lettuce with lemon juice, when I saw some lettuce at the market. Since a few lemon are sitting on my kitchen table doing nothing, the plan for tonight is to replicate this recipe. My juicer however resides in a storage locker, so I decide to go and free it from its imprisonment and put it to good use.

Also on the dinner menu for tonight is baked whole chicken. Calvin my cat, as he likes to do, has snuck in the kitchen once again, and is observing my doings at the counter, I feel his presence, and turn around to see him looking at me. Good timing buddy. He is rewarded with the chicken livers. Bon appetit! You are lucky, I will have to wait another hour or so for my share of the chicken.

Have a quiet blessed Sunday.

 

 

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Easter Monday

Eggs

Eggs

In Germany, Easter Monday  is also a holiday — alas not here. I do hope, that the crocus have prevailed in their fight against the snow by now, as purple, orange, white, and lavender exclamation points to Spring. This morning it rained very heavy for a while, and then, just in time for Easter, it stopped. as the sun pieced the white fluffy clouds and lit up the magnolia blossoms. People brought flowers from their garden to decorate the cross. Christ has risen! The pastor and his wife made lemonade and lemon tarts, respectively — by means of a generous donation from an old lemon tree in their back yard.

The pastor’s wife also told me, that when she was young and living in the Midwest, it always rained at noon on Good Friday. She said, that her mother told her, that God was crying for his son.

It was also my god-daughter’s birthday today, as well as my cat Calvin’s — making it easy to remember. Since Easter is not complete without colored eggs for me, I dyed some last night. Guess which one is his…

On a side note, as I sat in my back yard with a cup of coffee, a hummingbird came within just a few feet of me, and started chirping at me, leaving me dumbfounded. My son Patrick later told me on the phone, that my dad had instructed the hummingbird from heaven, to wish me a happy birthday.

Have a blessed week,

In Jesus name,

Matthias Leue

Early January observations

LemonsOn my way to the market the other day, I passed a drugstore that had a pair of small Christmas trees sitting forlornly in front of it, but at a substantial 50% off, hoping to entice a buyer that had overslept. Mid-January might be a tad late for such a purchase, but I think the unwanted trees would perhaps still make some good kindling for the fireplace, which would be better than throwing them out. At least these two specimens were still green and standing upright. Further down the street, I saw a dried out tree flat on its back, just thoughtlessly discarded at the curb. This is the reason why I prefer live Christmas trees you can re-use every year. My acting Christmas tree prior to my current redwood tree, was a sequoia soquel (talk about a lot of vowels in that first word!) that unfortunately dried out in the process of transferring it from a broken pot into the ground, while I was laid up after back surgery several years ago. My son Patrick who was far away in Senegal at the time, later transplanted it for me when he came home, but the roots of the tree had dried out as had the rest of the tree. I had hopes that it would come back during the next spring, but it was not to be. I was sad when the sequoia died, it was a beautiful tree I had tended to since it was a six inch sapling.

Headed over to San Francisco where I had to tend to some errands I passed a store with a sign that read: “Santas looking for good homes: 2 for the price of 1.” The subjects in question where made of chocolate and stood a good two feet tall. A bargain for the chocolate lover no doubt. After my errand, and the Santa encounter, I stopped in a restaurant for a café creme. I sat inside by the window looking out at their outdoor garden seating, the sun filtering lazily between the buildings. A lemon tree on the side of the outdoor patio caught my eye. Having grown up in a cold winter climate, it is still amazing to me to see  lemons growing outside in January. Still green, the lemons hope to become lemonade one day, I would suspect.

Last note: ice on my bird bath/community drinking fountain this morning! Alaska, you may keep that cold air to yourself, if you please.

Have a blessed week,

Matthias Leue