As I stood at the kitchen sink this evening, on my own two feet, washing the dishes that I had just eaten dinner off of, not feeling nauseated or woozy or sick in any way, I thought, "Things are looking up!"
And BOOM! I had a post to write.
This week marks two years for Boyfriend and I. We had our first date two years ago this very week. Things were most certainly looking up for me then, just having moved to California from Colorado, I was looking forward to a fresh start. Just like we are now that I've gotten through chemo-radiation and my first five days of monthly chemo. We now know what to expect (chemo sucks for all five days, plus three or four after) and are looking forward to a little more fun in the year ahead. A fresh start.
The first date story:
I met a cute sailor on a wine tour on a previous trip to California. Now that I was here, I had invited him up to Los Alamos (from Somis, about 100 miles!) for lunch, and if he wanted to stay for dinner, I would love to cook him dinner, too.
Lunch was a bold statement about the way I like to eat – pasta sautéed with tuna, capers, garlic, and anchovies in olive oil. He was impressed at this brazen combination of flavors for our first meal. After lunch, he wanted to take me on a drive. It had snowed in the mountains the day before, and wouldn't it be fun to go check it out? I thought, a spring snow – how nice. Didn’t I move here all the way from Denver because I can’t stand the snow?
After a beautiful, winding drive up the mountain, we stopped and got out of the car to check out the view. We were standing at the top of a mountain overlooking the Santa Ynez Valley, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, and he explained that all of the green leaves in the trees are mistletoe, which is actually a parasite. Mistletoe live in the trees, getting all their nutrients from the other organism. I had no idea - a real botany lesson! So, it’s windy, we’re freezing (did I mention the snow?), and we get back in the car to drive down the mountain.
He's pointing out the mistletoe growing on the trees on the way down, and we drive under a bit of it growing over the road. He stops the car, and says, “Look up.” I’m thinking this is going to somehow further my education about mistletoe and associated plant life, so what do I do, but what I’m told. I look up out the sunroof, and there is indeed a clump of mistletoe hanging over the car. As I turn my head toward him to smile, my mouth runs into his. That certainly did further my education about mistletoe – not in a way I would have guessed, but it did, nonetheless.