dagard

(Context: After getting butt dialed, and then called twice by Potato, I started writing this)

Go away.
You lied repeatedly about cutting. You lied about Josh, you lied about Kevin, you lied about Danny.
Go away.
You lied about loving me. You lied about wanting to be with me. You lied about wanting to marry me someday.
Go away.
You were lying every time I picked up smokes for you. You were lying when I'd take you out to dinner. You were lying every time I came to Fairfax to see you. You were lying when I bought your tragus piercing.
Go away.
You've lied about our relationship. You are lying when you say you never asked me to come see you at Fairfax. You've lied about me.
Go away.
I handed you the keys to the kingdom. Quite literally. And that's how you repayed me.
Go away.
You've definitely lost your Broadway privileges. As far as I'm concerned, you've lost your Capitol Hill privileges. If I had my way, you'd lose your Seattle privileges.
Go away.
Delete me from your contacts, from your call history, any emails I sent you, delete the resume' I wrote for you.
Go away.
Enjoy living on your Dads' money, not that he can afford it, in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Washington. Enjoy the new stunt-cock with a dead-end job that you chose over me. Enjoy losing your Dads' health insurance soon. Enjoy the fact that, every time you look at that lamp in your room, you'll remember I bought it for you. Enjoy that every time you look at your sister, my money helped pay for her matching piercing.
Go away.

So, I was out Friday night post-saltmining, and had stopped in to see Bartender J at his fine fine establishment. Good times, steamed dumplings and lots of Tsingtao.

So, I head out to leave, and wander by the little Dags' room, 2 floors down. Things that don't need discussing happen, and I decide to take the elemevator up and out. Because I'm lazy, and don't like the idea of walking up 2 flights of stairs, mostly.

Elevator stops halfway, and this cute little old lady gets in. Looks like my memories of one of my grandmothers. We'll call her LoL for Little old Lady (seriously, she was like, Dr Ruth sized).

LoL: Does this go up to street level?
Dag: Yes'm, just follow me.

...

Dag: It's okay ma'am, most people flinch at the thought of following me. But I'm headed the same way.

[ Elemevator finishes its journey. It's SLOOOOOW ]

Dag: After you, ma'am
LoL: You know, I don't normally say this to young men, but I really like your earrings.
Dag: . o O ( I will kill ANYONE who bothers this fine lady )
Dag: Well, thank you ma'am, shall we?

And of course I held the fucking door for her. What am I, a savage?

Actually, don't answer that.

I'm not sure where this is going to end. A story, or a life plan.

---

I went up the mountain, and never came down.

All were welcome, it was less a monastery, and more a retreat. Discussions were encouraged, at the appropriate times. Everyone pitched in. Growing things, cleaning, building.

Because sometimes, it all became too much. Too much noise, too many distractions, too many choices. So instead, you spent time thinking.

Time to yourself, thinking, is a hell of a thing. Taking a step back is a hard thing to do, going back and looking at things from a larger perspective.

No cell phones, no Internet, no mail. You, your thoughts, and a pretty awesome view. Time enough to get yourself together. Or back together, in many cases.

As per tradition, of course, everyone wore robes, and had shaved heads (Not tonsures tho, those look... weird).

If people wanted to bring religion in, then they were welcome to. It wasn't a requirement, there were no required early morning prayers, no mass chanting in Latin, just.... time to reflect. Time to think, to get used to yourself again (and, I realize, this is hard to understand if you haven't ever done it).

The quiet was the biggest thing. There was, of course, the normal background noise, people sweeping, coughing, the sounds of day to day life. But no tv, no radio, no typing.

A lot of people couldn't handle it. They needed the noise, which is fine. This just wasn't for them.

As I shan't have as much time to foodsperiment in the upcoming future, here we go.


Tater. 1. White, quartered (give or take).
Cream 'o Mushroom Soup, condensed. 1
Can 'o water for it. 3/4
Can 'o mushroom stock. Ditto. 3/4
Garlic Black Bean Sauce, some (2 tbsp? 3?)
Pork Chop : 1

My tiny crockpot should make this into something delicious in (now less than) 6 hours. We're hoping. I may throw a few straw mushrooms in there at < 1h to go, but I probably have enough mass to make a fine fine meal.

1 cup rice
2 containers portobello mushroom & madeira bisque
1 chicken breast, frozen
some mushrooms, rough chop
some garlic powder (thought i still had some garlic. i did not)
last of the chicken stock (1cup?)

rice, chicken stock, 1 of the bisque in first. stir, 'cause you wanna make sure all the rice gets delicious bisque love
mushrooms
chicken (frozen)
more bisque
more mushrooms
garlic powder

8 hours for cooking, i think, though probably fine after 6


This would probably be even more delicious with a pork loin, and replacing the rice with potatoes (and, ok, a couple rough chopped carrots), but I don't have a big enough slow cooker for that (nor could I eat a whole pork loin in any reasonable time).

Similar to last week. There's still potatoes, and mushrooms (though, this week, red potatoes, and crimini mushrooms). Instead, though, we're using Italian dressing instead of the cream 'o mushroom soup. I've got a great marinated/baked thing that uses said dressing, so should be tasty, we'll see in 6-8 hours tho.

Also, there's something wonderful about pulling a chicken breast out of the freezer, and going "that's a big chicken breast" (I bought individually wrapped and vacuum sealed chicken last week).