Returning again

Written last night:
Dear Friends,

I’m feeling overwhelmed as I prepare to leave again for Miami. It’s still a challenge to get ready. But this time I know how to do it. I’m almost packed, thanks to my “travel adviser” Rachel. I have a ride to the airport  — thanks to Sandra for the recommendation! I know Zing will be happy, first at Grateful Dog, and then with Sandra for the last couple of days. I’m leaving a clean apartment, thanks to Ale, the housekeeper who loves dogs and is obsessed with getting rid of dirt. (“I noticed the streaks on your table,” she said when I interviewed her.) Also today I’ve had help in understanding finances. Best of all, I’m looking forward to time off with the women in the family. We’ve been doing this since Mom died — relaxing and doing nothing  -- together. 

Also today my artist friend Leslie of the east coast called to say she’s on the west coast, visiting family. Somehow, that set my mind straight. The time difference can be a brain teaser. I hope that next time she’s here I'll be able to drive over and explore San Francisco with her. 

As I go to sleep now, I smell the cumin seed that I just toasted in the iron skillet, moving it with a wooden spoon so it wouldn’t burn, then crushing with my heavy-duty mortar and pestle.  I swear it is the soul of my black bean recipe, which has become a ritual for the sisters’ weekend. I’m taking a baggie of it to Miami. It’s a cooking spice. Honest. If you need proof, check out the black bean recipe on my blog.

There are many weather deterrents messing with plane schedules these days. I’m hoping for a smooth red-eye flight tomorrow night.

Love,
k