1. Occurred to me tonight that salsa should really either be categorized as a vegetable or a food group upon itself. A good salsa surely surpasses the “condiment” label. Although, condiments do make me happy. Salsa though, when doesn’t salsa make a meal better? Mac’n’cheese, tamales, quesadillas, eggs, potatoes. Some of my best friendships are founded around the mutual appreciation of hot sauce. Thank God for the Texas friends. They know the meaning of a good plate of juevos. And the holiness of salsa.
2. Also occurred to me that walking the dog every night is the most reliable high point of the day. Dusk. We walk just to the river and turn back. He does the most genius things. Digs, digs, digs. Kicks the ground like crazy. Charms the pants off everyone and makes me worry I’ll have to talk to people. You have to love someone a lot to handle their shit. Dear Dylan, still crazy after all these years.
3. Shelley returns tomorrow and Portland will feel a bit less “like a dumb baby some jock knocked me up with right before I got into a really good school.”
4. Finally. To the girl in the class I won’t name: I hope for your husband’s sake you shut your fucking pie-hole at home forsaking the rare times you perform certain conjugal duties because if you don’t I swear to God the poor guy's gonna end up pulling a double Van Gogh by your first anniversary.
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