retracing old paths…

After staying up too late to blog, last night, I stayed up even later to take a Skype call from my kids in Australia. So, it was nice to see everyone and have them excitedly tell me about their day. Emmie enjoyed showing me her magazines with all the pictures that she had colored on, and Bub had a high old time sticking her face right up against the computer screen, hollering “hi!” at me. A nice way to end the night… I mean, morning.

As a result, I slept late, which is a good thing, because on the previous morning, I woke up at 5:30am, and couldn’t go back to sleep, no matter how I tried. A power nap or two got me through the rest of the day. My intent, every day, is to stay up past ten, maybe even until midnight, in order to get my body used to the American time zone. Some days it’s ok with that, and some days, it isn’t. But getting up at 5:30 is only ok if you went to bed at 9 or 10, and you set your alarm for that time, not waking up and feeling exhausted, but being unable to go back to sleep.

When I did wake up, I decided to go for my next meal idea, and go visit the Hendrix Student Center, on the Clemson University campus. If you weren’t aware of this, when in the U.S., I am living in the town of Clemson, which is a big college football town, and it overflows with orange and purple.

So, before I left for Australia, I worked a part-time job at the Hendrix Center food court. My days were spent making burritos and taco salads, while assisting with the prep work for the Tiger Grill. The Grill specialized in buffalo chicken wraps, gyros, and chicken caesar wraps. The most popular location at Hendrix’s food court, they always needed a hand putting the lettuce, tomato, and dressings on the wraps, cutting the sandwiches in half, and adding them to plates brimming with regular fries or sweet potato fries.

I started off preferring a burrito, with the tortilla hot off the small grill, and loaded with rice, shredded beef, cheese, lettuce, and sour cream. Nothing could possibly taste better, I was sure. But one day, there was a mistake on a sandwich, or someone changed their mind… I’m not sure. So, the guy in charge of the grill handed me half of the buffalo chicken wrap and told me to try it.

Now, I tried to ask what kind of dressing was on it, and put off the inevitable, because the buffalo hot sauce is really too spicy for me, all by itself. I tried it by dipping some fries in it, once. But my fellow employee was inexorable, insisting that I eat it, and stop asking questions. And you know what? It was really, really good!

It wasn’t until after I realized this, that I found that the sandwich had been loaded with blue cheese dressing. That would’ve stopped me in my tracks, because I can’t stand blue cheese, and don’t know why anyone would want to eat cheese that’s partly made of mold, or something like that. Even if it is Clemson’s special blue cheese. But somehow, combined with the buffalo sauce, the two flavors mixed, the dressing cooling down the hot sauce, and somewhere in there, it tasted a bit like a lime had been squeezed on top.

Over the last few weeks at this job, I tried various combinations, and eventually settled on liking my buffalo chicken wrap with ranch sauce, which I’m not a huge fan of, generally, either. But I need either ranch or blue cheese to tame down the hot sauce, and I have to tell them to give me extra, and go easy on the hot sauce. Otherwise, I really start having smoke come out my ears.

So, when I stopped in today, it took some of the regular workers a few minutes to recognize me, though one of them assured me it was because “you look just like your momma”. And it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been told that.  : )  I ordered my wrap, and even as I post the picture for you to see, my mouth is watering over the thought of how yummy it tasted. Of course, by the time I was done, some of the hot sauce had soaked into one section, without enough ranch to go with it, so I was drinking a lot of tea to keep my ears from smoking.

After leaving Hendrix, I wandered off, debating where to go next. It was a beautiful day, and the leaves are are green and new, as we’re well into Spring. This made me think about whether to go visit the Botanical Gardens. I may have missed the azaleas blooming (and I am SO sorry I missed that), but there are still beautiful flowers to see. Instead, I headed for Pendleton Square, to see some old favorite stores of mine, both craft and antique types. So, come back soon, and I’ll tell you about the next segment of my daily jaunt.

in a desultory fashion…

I was listening to the rain pounding on the roof (which is why I’m not going running today), but then I realized the girls had Playschool turned on louder than usual. So, I put on the headphones, and cranked up Transformers 1 & 2 (the scores, not the rock soundtracks). Now, I can hear that AND the rain, which is coming down quite hard at present.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the Playschool show, but I’ve had enough for one day. There are some good shows over here for kids, really! But even with the good ones like Mr. Maker and The Wiggles AND the annoying ones (I hate Yo Gabba Gabba), I spend a lot of time wondering how much these people get paid to act or dress like that. I mean, come on, Mr. Maker is very crafty, but he puts too much gel in his hair, wears a polka dotted vest, and spends half the show with his eyes open so wide, it looks like his eyeballs are about to pop out! And some of the Wiggles have Beatles haircuts, but dress like they’re on Star Trek (this is not a slam against Star Trek, I just don’t think the Beatles and Star Trek should go together).

But they’re still good shows, most of them, and I find it hard to NOT watch, when I’m folding laundry or filling the dishwasher. And if Sadie’s still asleep when Bubby wakes up, it isn’t unusual for me to turn the TV on, so I can watch Tinga Tinga (African tales in the jungle, which explain why the zebra has stripes, why giraffe has a long neck, why tortoise is slow). The order of shows change every once in a while, which is probably good, because I was getting addicted to watching Babar. Maybe because I remember reading the books, when I was little?

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, being random. In a little while, I’ll continue reading The Help (by Kathryn Stockett), on my Kindle. I didn’t plan on reading it just because I’m about to go see the movie. That was a coincidence. But as it happens, it’s going to be in the theater this week. Yes, I know, if you’re in the U.S., it’s probably been out since, oh… August? Sometimes the movies over here come straight to Emerald’s theater, and other times, it takes forever. For example, I’m pretty sure the new Jane Eyre (with Michael Fassbender and Mia Wasikowska) has been out in the U.S. since March or April, but I didn’t get around to seeing it before I left. It may very well be on DVD over there, and it still hasn’t arrived here. In Emerald, I mean. It’s probably hit all the big cities, already.

So, I’m really enjoying The Help. I knew I would, of course, but it’s a good read, and I’d recommend it to anyone. It gives you a bird’s eye view of what life was like in the segregated American South, right around the time of Martin Luther King’s March on Washington. I enjoy how the perspectives change between Skeeter (the white girl who’s only just getting her eyes open to what’s really around her) and Aibileen and Minny (the black maids). It makes me cringe, knowing that people are capable of treating other human beings in such a way. And I’m glad that there are stories of both good and bad, in the book that Skeeter is writing. Even when it’s told from the side of the maids, they point out the kindness and love shown by some people.

Previous to this, if you’ve been noticing my book list, I’ve been reading a bunch of fantasy, and then switching over to some young adult adventure (John Marsden’s Tomorrow series). I was debating what to read next, after The Help. I have quite a few non-fiction books on my Kindle that I really want to read, like In Defense of Thomas Jefferson (William G. Hyland), Unplanned: The Dramatic True Story of a Former Planned Parenthood Leader’s Eye-Opening Journey across the Life Line (Abby Johnson), and The Third Terrorist: The Middle East Connection to the Oklahoma City Bombing (Jayna Davis). But then I got an e-mail from the library, letting me know the books I’d put on hold have arrived. I’m getting the next book in each of the three series’ that I’m reading. So, starting another non-fiction binge will have to wait. If I can finish each of the series (series-es?), I can hit up some more serious reading matter. Not that The Help isn’t serious, of course.

Up until today, I’ve been keeping up with my jog/walking, except for when I got sick. I missed two days, that week. But at present, I don’t want to get my only pair of sneakers soaked. Also, it was thundering majorly, earlier. Don’t you think there should be a way to say it was “lightning-ing”? I find lightning much more alarming than thunder, sometimes.

So, I can now have an argument with myself over whether to jog/walk tomorrow, or just skip a day. Guess it depends on whether it’ll rain tomorrow, or if it’s predicted for Wednesday. Who knows? Oy. I just checked the weather report, and we have rain and thunderstorms predicted almost every day. I guess I’ll have to face the serious issue of wet sneaks or no exercise. Blast.

I discovered, the other day, that listening to Andrea Bocelli music can actually make you homesick. Not crying-my-eyes-out homesick, just longing (inside) for home. I had cranked up Sogno on my headphones, and away I went, dreaming of home, and wishing that April would arrive sooner. Not only does his singing make you feel emotional, but I have so many memories attached to listening to his music with my closest friends. How many times have Hannah, Sarah, and I bellowed along with Romanza, even though we don’t understand any of the words? We would just make them up as we went along.

Speaking of homesickness, I still haven’t had a serious spell of it. Some people predicted that I would have a hard time with, because I’m such a homebody, but seriously? I lived 10 hrs from my family for five years! Sure, I could spend a half day driving home, whenever I felt like it, but I think those people guessed wrong. It helps, my brain being confused by all the wrong seasons and stuff. I keep forgetting it’s October, and close to November. Summer is about to start here, and for me, Christmas can’t be coming if it isn’t fall, you know. I think the mental confusion helps, make me think I haven’t been here very long… and then the next day, I think I’ve been here forever.

The only difference, being Down Under, is I can’t “run away” home for the weekend, if I feel like it. If I have a moment when I need to SEE my family, then I arrange a video Skype date. But for the most part, phone calls (from my laptop to my parents’ phone), e-mails, and Facebook have sufficed. Spring (in the U.S.) will be here before I know it.

Excuse the rambling. It’s all I’ve got, at present, but at least I’m good at it.  : )

Waiting for Spring (at Home)