Full and happy

Los Angeleno by birth, Northwesterner by choice, Second-hander by nature. Librarian, housebound chef, father, and lowly subject ruled over by the needs and whims of a very old house.
Partial to Mexican, Italian and Vietnamese cookery but will eat damn near anything. Collector of many strange things..the result is chaos and anarchy and a very pleasant place to live.
There is pleasure in accumulation, not just "collecting": music, books and film, in all their multi-formated glory. Outsider artists and those kinds of prints you would recognize if you took liberal studies classes in college. Cooking implements and gadgets for recipes still untried or those ventured. Glasses for most types of libations. Flowers in the garden, herbs in the pot.
It's a life of the senses and a good home life reflects that. Walking helps take in all the rest. Requires no special equipment, opens up the pores, brightens the taste buds, clears the decks for further adventures, puts on the miles, widens the eyes and helps fuel the imagination.

Live boldly, play graciously and love with all your heart knowing that true love comes only once or twice in this lifetime. Speaking of which..donde estas, Empress of my Heart?


"Lack imagination and miss the better story" Yann Martel

"Life is a great adventure and I want to say to you, accept it in such spirit. I want to see you face it ready to do the best that lies in you to win out. To go down without complaining and abiding by the result....the worst of all fears is the fear of living." Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.

"Not I - not anyone else, can travel that road for you
You must travel it for yourself" Walt Whitman

And above all, friends should possess the rare gift of sitting. They should be able, no, eager, to sit for hours-three, four, six-over a meal of soup and wine and cheese, as well as one of twenty fabulous courses.

Then, with good friends of such attributes, and good food on the board, and good wine in the pitcher, we may well ask,

When shall we live if not now?

-From Serve it Forth,
M.F.K. Fisher

Saturday, October 17, 2009

KB Toys, Mr Kaufman and my kids

It was sad to see that KB Toys was no longer at the Centralia outlet mall. It was a big fixture in our lives when we were somewhat new parents here in the Puget Sound. It was an out of the way place for a family on a limited budget to take a field trip to, but we would always manage to fit it in at some point on our travels either coming or going to Portland or other sourjourns down south. We would always stop there on our way to the coast and let the kids go crazy for stuff to lose in the sand. It was conveniently places across the street from a Mickie D's, and for the sake of toddlers and diaper changing, right next door to a public restroom. And for a while it was even built into our business budget, as it was always a last minute place to stock up on tanks and airplanes before the big October toy soldier show down in Lake City.

It was bittersweet to read about Mr Kaufman, about his life and his love of toys. For his love of toys alone he would have been most welcome in our home. As it was he played a part in the history of our family and was most certainly a big part of my children's childhood. Thank you Mr Mr Kaufman for KB Toys. We'll miss the break from the road and the bargains and the sense of place we used to share with the employees of the company in the same way we'll always miss our children the way they were when they were little people.

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