Fwd: Summer is Here!

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From: Rick Von Feldt <rvonfeldt@gmail.com>
Date: April 30, 2010 9:05:07 PM PDT
To: FRIDAYINTHECITY <rvonfeldt.fridays@blogger.com>
Subject: Summer is Here!

What better way to celebrate than to eat big chocolate icecream bars, hand dipped in icecream and tossed heavily in coursely chopped roasted almonds. Oh baby! It will spoil my dinner of an 8 hour slow roasted leg of lamb with mint jam. That's ok. I can eat at 10 pm. Because I am going to play with my newly arrived toy - my new 3G Ipad- just arrived today! A very happy boy on a Friday!

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Pizza afternoon.

It's Friday. Friday in the city. Great weather. Eating gourmet pizza
with my friend Narelle in San Jose. Life is great. Happy Friday

Wise words from a Movie

 

Eating Mexican Brunch

Eating a Saturday morning Mexican breakfast. This will make anything
feel better. A plate of huevos rancheros (eggs over easy with a spicy
tomato sauce) and two real tacos of carne asada and al pastor. See
next picture. My friends Mike and Mona are responsible for this. They
described their recent meal at Frontera in Chicago. Once I has that
delicious goodness taste in my brain I had to go get an authentic
Mexican fix. Fortunately California has great Mexican heritage
restaurants.

SPRING or OLD BLOSSOMS

I was / felt a bit / under the weather today - literally - and soulfully.  This morning, my neighbor knocked on my door to say goodbye. She and her dog Harry had packed up, and were heading off to Colorado to begin a new personal life. This has been one of those rare neighbors that you actually find interesting - and want to do things with. And oh how convenient. Like some old sitcom out of the 50s, and along with another neighbor, we would assemble at of our houses, and watch the sun set while contemplating on the week that had just come to an end. Or we would be invited to a party, and just seem to want to take the neighbors with us. I am sure people talked - including the other neighbors. Last night had they peered out the window, they would have seen me scooting across the dark from my house to doors down, with a Moroccan tagine in my hand, and disappearing through the gates of a neighbor. And then, at some point around midnight, two of us quietly exited one door, and both went our ways to other front doors in the neighborhood.

 

I have usually been the one to pack up and go. Others have had to mourn  my departure, knowing our little village of friends had ended and things would never be the same. But this time, it was my neighbor that packed up, and moved to Colorado. She is in a new phase of her life, and was ready to be near family - to start anew - and to go to a place seemed to be calling her. I support her choice and celebrate her boldness.

 

But it is still sad.

 

Today, the weather was gray. I didn't feel like going into the city. The lights next door have never been so black.

 

And then tonight, I came across an ad for Ace Hardware, that somehow, spoke of what I might be feeling. And I wondered if there is secret truth here…