Free Association Summer

Dear Liza,

Here we are in almost- August. Summer has been full of big events, most of which I have written about. But it’s also been full of smaller things that make life delicious and serendipitous.

The variety of summer squash I planted this year is called Early Yellow Prolific. I chose its bright yellow color so I could see them ripening more easily, but the real benefit is the sweet flavor and how wonderfully they pan fry with garlic and olive oil.

With all our summer salad eating, Auntie Bridgett and I were wishing for a salad spinner, but were too cheap to pay for one. This week, one magically appeared as a gift of the sidewalk when lady down the block was cleaning out her kitchen. We gave it a good wash and now use it whenever I harvest lettuce from the garden, about four times a week.

Going for long walks has always been one of Grandpa Nelson’s and my favorite things. When we were dating we would walk for miles along the beach in Southern California, talking about our future. Now that our future is here, we are more aware of how far from home we are and what spaces are available for rest and re-hydration.

Ice cream has become life support.

Or maybe it always has been.

Love,

Grandma Judy

What a Day! Part 1

Dear Liza,

Friday was my 65th birthday, and I had made a short list of things I wanted to do. I got to do (very nearly) all of them!

I came down to breakfast to find my Hundred Acre Wood wishing me a Happy Birthday, and Auntie Bridgett and I did Duolingo french practice, like always. Grandpa Nelson came down and I got lots of birthday hugs. It was predicted to be a rainy, blowy day, but it wasn’t going to keep me locked in.

Auntie Bridgett and I walked the mile or so down to Pix Patisserie on Burnside. Along the way, we found a huge pile of tiles, apparently the leftovers from a going-out-business shop, neatly piled on the curb. On top were three that would be perfect stepping stones for our allotment! Auntie Bridgett hefted them into a strong canvas bag we had taken ‘just in case’ and we proceeded to the patisserie.

I have intended to try some of their pastry since we moved to Portland, but it has always felt too far away, or was too crowded. During Covid, they have installed two refrigerated, high-end vending machines that allow folks to shop for pastries or fancy canned goods with zero contact! Along the way I had a nice phone chat with my niece Lyn, who was born on my 11th birthday.

We enjoyed the adventure, being mindful of the guard-gnomes, of course. Inside the little automat doors were RBG masks, a canned survival kit (with waterproof matches, three yards of cord, and other useful things) and canned mussels in vinegar, to name a very few. But we were there for the pastries!

After reading the illustrated menu, I chose the Jane Avril almond cake with raspberries, and Auntie Bridgett got the Amelie, a chocolate and hazelnut delight. We placed these in a second bag and walked home, battling the rain and the gusty winds.

We dropped off the heavy stepping stones and ate grilled cheese and onion sandwiches for lunch. Then I opened my presents! A delightful Shakespearean insult mug from your family and a jigsaw puzzle made from one of Gia Whitlock’s wonderful paintings, from Auntie Bridgett.

After some rest, we had the second part of the day. I will tell you about that tomorrow!

Love,

Grandma Judy