Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Veggies for the week
Best. Salad. Ever.
Over the long weekend, I took a few hours to do All the Maintenance, so I checked the car's fluids and tires, rubbed leather conditioner into my boots, charged the power tools' batteries, sharpened the knives and axes, rubbed oil into the wooden spoons and cutting boards, combed the dogs (of course), combed coconut oil into my hair and rubbed paw pad salve into my hands and feet (I totally have paws, so it's legit), clipped my toenails, repaired my sagging dresser, pulled weeds, etc, etc.
While doing so, I couldn't help but notice that even simple little Arvay actually possessed some items of beyond-mere-function beauty. I mean, look at my salad servers. Gorgeous olive wood:
When and where did I get those??
I do remember ordering this koa wood comb:
In 2003 (apparently; thank you gmail indefinite archiving!), I wanted a wooden comb because my hair got staticky when I used a plastic comb or brush, so I found this guy on the internet who hand-carved beautiful wooden combs out of decorative hardwoods. He said he'd engrave it, so what would I like? I thought about it and told him, "Fiat Lux"--Let there be light, the motto of my University of California.
Then I started thinking about objects in general, and about how even I can get attached to some of them. I had the post nearly composed in my head, and looked forward to sharing it with all nine of my loyal readers...
And then I heard about the evacuation order, and thought about what I'd grab if I had to run. And then old Arvay's pragmatism came back in a heartbeat. Would I seriously have my heart broken if I had to leave behind my salad servers? My comb? Even my beautiful Italian-made boots?
Hmmmm... I'm gonna go with nope. I guess that's the beauty of moving every several years, four of those moves having been 3000 miles; you can't get that attached to stuff. It's very liberating.