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the summer i was 19 i used to write you letters. emails actually. they were long and i typed well into the night. my mom was unsettled by how much time i was spending on the internet, i never told her what i was doing. my emails were often too long for your attention span and you wouldn't read them in their entirety. looking back i know that you reading them wasn't really the point. they were my salad days - before blogs or facebook. but my letters were a prelude to this. they are where i learned that i could articulate myself, that it gave me great pleasure and helped me uncover my innermost being. you are welcome, as always, to read what i'm writing.

the girls hate goat cheese. they speak about it with such distain that it translated into my mind as something as exclusive as blue cheese. when i finally had an opportunity for a taste test i took it and was very delighted by the soft and goaty cheese. i eat it almost every day now. i've started taking salad's to work instead of leftovers. i'm trying to mix it up, a little bit of variety so i don't grow sick of salad and repulsed by them. at the moment my favourite is baby spinache, blue berries and goat cheese with balsamic vingar. it's very possible that my new lunch routine is my favourite bit about 2011 so far.

 

in the quiet of the evening, when he was not home, i read.

 

through the window we watch the snow.