I was prepping for the morning project this morning, scooping and filling a few bags full of Mini Rigatoni Pasta when all of a sudden, the bags of pasta reminded me of the young days back in Lincoln Elementary, in particular, the third grade. At Lincoln, every 2-3 weeks on Thursdays if not Friday, the school would do its usual fundraising and would sell popcorn in tall bags, freshly popped for 25 cents each. I remember always buying a dollars worth each time and giving away the bags to my friends.
It’s interesting to know someone who is anticipating to live for only 5 more years. Completely healthy, strong willed and an incredible person. 5 years and counting…
I had a rather strange dream this morning…
The last day of the month, the month of July that is…
Go hiking with me every other weekend or time permitting! A few to choose from:
St. Croix State Park
Jay Cooke State Park
Itasca State Park
Banning State Park
When I Fall - Gardiner Sisters
Kristine spots a sitting frog!
Hillside hike at William o’Brien. Can you spot Kristine?
Skylar Grey - Words
On days where I start work on the later shift, I would venture out into the garden and munch on all the raspberries that ripen everyday, otherwise the family wouldn’t be able to keep up with all those that ripen each day.
A childhood memory came into mind as I was munching away the other day. Growing up in California around the age of 5-8, I found out that my brother Lor found a secret patch of raspberry isolated between high fencing between our yard and our neighbors’ yard and their garage. This isolated plot was literally fenced all around with four high fence walls with literally no way to see through these fence panels except for a small hole. The funny thing is, this raspberry bush only consisted of one plant. Every so often, it would ripen with a few berries, I’m talking 2-3 berries. We, whomever remember to check up on the raspberry first, would climb over this fence that was taller than us at the time, quickly munch on the berries and climb briskly back over.
That bush was the only raspberry plant I’ve ever known down there, other than that, we had plenty of wild blackberry bushes growing everywhere. We often picked them when they were at the verge of ripening and pound them with pepper. I can’t find these berries at all up here in Minnesota so if you’re confused, I can understand why you are.
There’s also lots of wild plums so just like with the berries, we would pick them before they totally ripen and eat them with pepper.
Mom often told me that I was a quiet and a well mannered kid growing up. I was rarely naughty and often listened and obeyed well. The only thing was that I was often time a cry baby. I cried often, mostly because Lor bothered me a lot, but I was a more emotional kid than most. I remember my mom teaching me all of her herbs in the garden so on most days, I would be sent to go and pick out a variety of herbs for cooking. Teaching a kid and giving a kid a sense of responsibility can be the most enriching experience; it’s also an empowering potential.
Eureka. You are the lump in my heart and I need to soothe you out soon enough. It’s probably just me and you by the beach when I see you then. 9/19-22/14
I finally got you your Daisies =)
If this treatment is the result of the wrong doings of all my previous past-life, then I shall hope to reclaim all of it back in this lifetime so that future lives may be spared of this agony and gloom in which I experience today. Perhaps there may even be a chance of a brighter day in this once-in-a-life-time journey for this Prince.