What I'm watching

I'm watching a poignant Swiss film "Vitus" right now. It is a gem of a movie about a child prodigy who struggles with the oppressive way his parents and the school system view his gifts (which seem more like curse in some ways). The saving relationship is his grandfather, a dear working-class grandpa who nutures his grandson's heart and soul.

A big thumbs up.

Divorced

I just found out today via a letter from the Court that reads:

"A General Judgement was entered in the register of the court in the above-noted case on March 2, 2009."

Legalese for "you and your husband are officially divorced."

Last night I had a very strange dream about Roberto. I turned on the TV, and there was some dreadful McLaughlin-like show, but with an audience (think Jerry Springer, but only White people). The topic is immigration, and Roberto comes out in this bizarre long leather jacket that kinda looks like it has wings. He parades around, and the crowd is booing. I'm cringing in front of the TV wondering why he is there and wanting him to get off the stage. I have no idea what it means.

I can't quite believe after all we've been through that it is really truly over, when it feels like it never truly was.

I waver between sadness, grief, anger, and being way past it all.

SIlly joke

I read this joke; it made me laugh....so I thought it was worth sharing. Hope it makes you smile......

Three women -- one engaged, one married and one a mistress --- are chatting about their relationships and decided to amaze their men. All three buy black leather bras " stiletto heels, and masks for their eyes.
After a few days, they meet over lunch to compare notes.

The engaged women says:

The other night when my boyfriend came over, he found me in the black leather bodice, tall stilettos, and a mask. He said, "you are the woman of my life. I love you". Then we made love all night long.

The mistress says:

I met my lover at his office and I was wearing the leather bodice, heels, mask over my eyes and a raincoat. When I opened the raincoat, he didn't say a word -- but we had wild sex all night.

The married woman says:

I sent the kids to my mother's house all excited about having alone time with my husband. Had the lights dim, candles going, I was wearing the leather bodice, black stockings, stilettos heels and a mask over my eyes. As soon as he came to the door and saw me and said,
"What's for dinner, BATMAN?"

Faith based

I got to church for the weekly Lenten vespers and soup. The time to be quiet, be with God, with friends...to feel warmly welcomed...surrounded by my community, by beautiful stained glass, candles and incense. Some hymns and readings speak so directly to me.

It is a sanctuary that I need.

Afterwards it was good to connect with folks, share a simple meal of potluck soup....these evenings are my highlight of Lent.

Woman in the kitchen

So I went to the gym yesterday and had a great pain-free workout! 50 minutes on the elliptical...at a level 10 intensity, with no pain of any kind. No twinges. Nada. I did my PT and got on home....chuckling to David Sedaris' weirdness in the car. I bounded up the stairs this evening. My body feels normal.

At home I threw myself into cooking. First a cream of broccoli soup with no cream...potatoes, some roasted turkey bones (from the freezer), and roasted broccoli. No fat, no dairy. Quite good. My taste tester is Federico, who votes this a winner. I then made a mango-meyer lemon agua fresca with agave syrup instead of sugar. I love it. My final touch is the roasted Oaxacan hot sauce with onions, roasted dried chiles, a roasted clove of garlic, salt, and a roasted tomato....all blended into a fiery salsa.

Autentica

So I had my camera ready to take pictures of our meal and Federico, but then we got carried away with talking and eating, and oops, the meal was over before I realized I meant to document it.

So you are just going to have to imagine it.

We started with shrimp ceviche and hot off the comal blue corn tortillas. Then I ordered an habas soup, and he ordered their fabulous mole. Both were fantastic, but their mole is beyond. I've eaten mole in the heart of mole land (Oaxaca), and this is one of the best I've eaten. Fede says that Oswaldo's mother makes it. It has that abuelita touch.

We wisely restrained ourselves from dessert, because the last time we came we did appetizers, 2 entrees, and dessert...and had stomach aches to go with it all.

The only other dish that rivals their mole is their pozole, which is also beyond. Get yourself to Autentica on Thursdays to taste that glorious soup.

Then I've spent the last hour bending my toe a zillion times, moxa, stretching my calves, and trying one of the yoga poses that makes my hips zing.

It's raining and dark outside, and suddenly I have this urge to experience intense sunshine and heat. This might be the Autentica effect. We might not have this climate until August.

Argh.

Sunday update

For those who want to know more about my foot, read on. For those who don't, skip this paragraph and go to the next one. My left foot had had plantar fascia for roughly 6 months. I got it when I moved from walking to running too quickly. It hurts in the morning, but honestly with the right foot the focus of so much energy and attention, I sort of neglected the left one. However when you are hobbling on 2 feet, you sort of go -- bummer. Time to do something. I've been icing the foot, and that has helped. What will help even more is stretching out my calves, which are ridiculously tight due to years of running, walking, weight training, and precious little stretching. That is where the weekly yoga and PT is helping me.

Blog music update: I've picked out songs that my Dad likes for this current playlist. I've tried to get a wider selection, but this web service is limited. They don't have "Viejo San Juan" or much Trio los Panchos for Goodness Sake!

Today's Federico's birthday, and we are going to Autentica tonight to celebrate with a special meal. I'll blog on that later on.