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muckefuckPasillero cancelled on me again last night so I considered going out somewhere (most likely Noon-o-Kebab) for Nowruz dinner, but ultimately stayed home and made a comfort-food meal of Spätzle mit Linsen instead. Probably just as well; going out would have invited comparisons to dinners at Massouleh and--unless I find a friendly Iranian family to invite me into their homes--it's unlikely I'll another dining experience will live up to that.
Spring is creeping in on tiny crows' feet. Aconite and snowdrops are up but not open. I don't really think of spring blooms as a special interest I shared with Monshu but I'm inevitably reminded that he's not around to see them, which makes delighting in them ultimately melancholy. It also gets me thinking of gardening, which reminds me of the wanton destruction of my plantings over the years, and that also leads to a dark place.
Still, it's nice to have the slush piles gone (though a few traces linger) and temperatures consistently above freezing (if only just). I'm particularly enjoying the longer days, allowing me to leave and come home in sunlight--at least on days which aren't rainy, as yesterday was. And it feels like visiting season is starting up again.
aadroma will be here this weekend, and for once he made the effort to get in touch beforehand so we could make plans to get together. They're still pretty inchoate, but he's staying with a nearby friend so I give better than even odds of at least a restaurant trip. I'm already getting excited about itchwoot's visit in two months and now Ginger Farmboy is talking about a visit in June. (Yeah yeah, I know, but when all's said and done, I do kind of miss the sex.)
Spring is creeping in on tiny crows' feet. Aconite and snowdrops are up but not open. I don't really think of spring blooms as a special interest I shared with Monshu but I'm inevitably reminded that he's not around to see them, which makes delighting in them ultimately melancholy. It also gets me thinking of gardening, which reminds me of the wanton destruction of my plantings over the years, and that also leads to a dark place.
Still, it's nice to have the slush piles gone (though a few traces linger) and temperatures consistently above freezing (if only just). I'm particularly enjoying the longer days, allowing me to leave and come home in sunlight--at least on days which aren't rainy, as yesterday was. And it feels like visiting season is starting up again.
aadroma will be here this weekend, and for once he made the effort to get in touch beforehand so we could make plans to get together. They're still pretty inchoate, but he's staying with a nearby friend so I give better than even odds of at least a restaurant trip. I'm already getting excited about itchwoot's visit in two months and now Ginger Farmboy is talking about a visit in June. (Yeah yeah, I know, but when all's said and done, I do kind of miss the sex.)