assorted thoughts

while waiting for the pot of beans to re-heat.

if you find yourself in the position to make a pot of beans, do so. treat them well, season them liberally and they will taste better on the second and third day than they did the first.
you can also add things, for instance this pot began as black beans, then were adulterated with black eyed peas yesterday.
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coming home today i saw the clearest evidence i've seen yet that it is indeed in process of becoming spring. i am already nostalgic for the cold, i've got a hot weather native's appreciation for the cold that borders on the fetishistic and i've been sad recently, watching the temperatures rise. but today, ah today, the fluffy cumulus clouds and the blue sky and more people than i've ever seen outside, just outside for any excuse they could be. any excuse at all, kids playing ball unburdened of winter's mummification, women on porches playing hand drums, a group of men on the metal skeleton landing of apartment stairs enjoying sunshine, an afternoon cigarette.

the daffodils in full riot, the various and sundry trees which i will be able to identify six months from now about to explode into bloom.
it will be interesting to watch this place, whose late winter face is the only one i know, change.
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the initial design phase of the first cape is going shakily.
but there are three or four other projects also in progress, so i've happy alternatives when it becomes too frustrating.
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i smell the hot smell of a griddle ready for making quesadillas. that's my cue.