rikki tikki tavi

This weekend wandered through its alotted hours at a quick enjoyable pace. Sleep was my major accomplishment, looking upon it. I was exhausted and crabby Friday night, but by Sunday, I was back to amiable.

I went to the opening of the uptown Mint Museum of Art. It was fantastic-- they were open 24 hours for free. I took advantage of the tame, family-friendly hours. The art teacher from my school was there figure-drawing. I posed with the paid model for 15 minutes. It was a lot harder than it looks. But, the charcoal is now safely tucked under my bed. I haven't set it yet.

I had a lovely dinner with a dear friend and we aimed to discuss Eugene Peterson's Reversed Thunder. But, we didn't get past the introduction-- there was too many other things with which to chat-- from bangs to PhDs to genes. The food and company were incredibly enjoyable and edifying. Friends feel like home. I remember who I am outside of present circumstances when I'm with a true friend. CSL may be right when he calls friendship the highest love. Being around M always renews my appreciation and awe of the power of hospitality and food.

I was so inspired by M that on Sunday afternoon I spent two hours cooking. I made a salmon, spinach, sauteed mushroom, onion and garlic, corn, cream of mushroom and whole wheat rotini casserole. And a mexican one with brown rice, salsa, corn, chicken, onions, black beans and cheese. I froze the extra in zip lock bags-- I spread them out in a thin layer so it will be easy to thaw them. I felt very creative. Cooking makes me want to drink wine.

We're reading Rikki Tikki Tavi in class. It's a fun little ditty full of simile and metaphor, which is fun.