Infused


The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.  ~Dorothy Parker

My entire life has been filled with lessons on finding ways to amuse myself.  Entertaining others. Practicing random and useless skill sets.  Finally, killing cats with curiosity.

Working in some countries has involved bringing all of the above modalities of defeating boredom to an entirely new height.  My newest projects will involve intermixing all of my weakest abilities with my strongest personality trait …. cooking, coordination, chemicals, combining, creating, counting ….. with curiosity!

Project 1 – Infusions

To be sure, I am following the instructions exactly.  Winging it will surely follow at some point.  However, to start, I want to practice patience.  In order for me to slow down and be patient, I need to start more than one project at a time.  My practice in patience will involve only talking about one project at a time.

I present to you…. Roasted Pineapple Mezcal!

 

 

To be sure, these are super simple recipes and super tasty as well!  It was interesting, time consuming, and actually quite beautiful.  If you don’t want to drink it yourself, find a pretty bottle or a good, old-fashioned mason jar, and get ready Christmas presents..office parties..uh..or whatever..

“…You can do something extraordinary, and something that a lot of people can’t do. And if you have the opportunity to work on your gifts, it seems like a crime not to. I mean, it’s just weakness to quit because something becomes too hard…”
― Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour

I am also working on building up my confidence to start on oil and vinegar infusions.. fermentacion experiments, etc… but that’s later.  Back to tequila and pineapple.  I’m actually not a fan of hard alcohol but in the end, this was a success AND delicious.

So, some tricks I learned during the process was if you cannot clear out all of the fruit or other ingredients..you can freeze the concoction for a few hours, or even overnight, and the alcohol will seperate from everything else easier when you strain it. With pineapple though.. it’s just fine to have chunks.

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I have seen recommendations to toss the infused fruit, but I hate wasting it, so into the freezer you go to await your frozen margarita fate.. but for now..

Yummy!

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An infinite number of rays pointing in all directions


“Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than those you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the wind in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

— Mark Twain, Great American Writer

I have never, not once, regretted my decision to join the Navy.  Yes, I complained at the time as anyone and everyone did.  But living on board a ship for a year, formed who I was and that formation has stayed with me through my entire life.  I have a restlessness and an energy for movement and adventure.  I love change.. and I love that some things appear to stay the same within that change.  I am sometimes sad that I retired .. sad that I am the age I am and cannot go back and start it all over again… and yet… I am fine with where I am!

“It is not that life ashore is distasteful to me. But life at sea is better.”

— Sir Francis Drake, Sea Captain

I love the sea, waves, boats, birds, blue skies, endless sun, ocean and surf!  I love the smell of the water, the sound of it lapping up against a boat.  The idea of taking off from one shore and landing on another sends chills down my spine and sets my mind to dreaming of the various adventures I could (again) find.   I love compasses, sails, ropes, and the stories that have been made from this topic.  It was how all lands and new worlds have been discovered!

“There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.”

— Joseph Conrad, Writer

I was invited to Baltimore for some seafood and of course I had to stop at the piers to take in the boats!  So beautiful!  Every time I find a port, I devour it.. I take tons of photos.. I relive my favorite and most life changing job.  I do not know a single sailor who does not do this.

“The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.”

— William Arthur Ward, Writer

Even when we were complaining, we were dreaming.  I am lucky enough to still be in touch with many of my sailing friends and though most would not go back at this stage of their lives.. there are so many great memories shared.

“What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.” 
― Kristin Cashore, Graceling

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“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”

— Vincent Van Gogh, Painter

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“There is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”

— Kenneth Grahame, Writer

“There is nothing like lying flat on your back on the deck, alone except for the helmsman aft at the wheel, silence except for the lapping of the sea against the side of the ship. At that time you can be equal to Ulysses and brother to him.”

— Errol Flynn, Actor

 

“The cabin of a small yacht is truly a wonderful thing; not only will it shelter you from a tempest, but from the other troubles in life, it is a safe retreat.”

— Francis Herreshoff, Boat Designer

Stillness


I started this post in 2016… life had been very “unstill” at that time.  It is more still these days.. and yet with the government shutdown.. less still internally with the insecurity of what is going to happen to myself and others who have no idea when the government will open back up.  Waking up in a panic wondering if I still have a job..though once the cobwebs of sleep clear.. knowing that I do.. but wondering how we got to this point and when it will end.

So with time on my hands.. restless and yet so still… I thought this would be a good reminder to get back on the move with becoming more still… and patient… deep breath..let’s go.

 

Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance.   ~~~~~Morgan Freeman

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Wish I were a dog.. wish I had a dog!!


Times have been rough.. people being mean and careless about the plight of others…  out of money.. bad health news …. family fighting… Well…no matter how you’re feeling, a little dog gunna love you

 

Animals have come to mean so much in our lives. We live in a fragmented and disconnected culture. Politics are ugly, religion is struggling, technology is stressful, and the economy is unfortunate. What’s one thing that we have in our lives that we can depend on? A dog or a cat loving us unconditionally, every day, very faithfully.              ~~~~~Jon Katz

Reset


Aging can be fun if you lay back and enjoy it.  –Clint Eastwood

To be clear, I do not think I am old.  I also do not think I am “getting” old.  Age happens and everyone does it.  This is why I struggle with some of the things people say to me when they hear I have grandkids or when they hear how old I am.  Things like, “WOW!! You have grandkids, you do not look like you could.”  “Hey, you are 50!!! No way!!” “You do not seem to act your age.” “Incredible, I would not have thought you were older than (give any age younger than what I am)”  They say it like it’s a shame that I am so old. Or like I must be depressed about my end years.  I mean.. seriously, these days my age (51 now) is barely middle age.

Yeah.. yeah… yeah… my joints sometimes hurt, I am sometimes shocked when I think about my oldest child being 27 and my youngest being 25, and sometimes I forget that I am not the exact same age as everyone I am standing around.  However, I am not really old. Or at least I do not feel it.  I’m sure I felt the same way about the older generation when I was part of the newer generation.

My dad put it best about 20 years ago when we were sitting in a local dive.  He said to me, “Sami, you see that guy that just walked in here?  How old do you think he is?”  I looked over and nodded and said, “Well, he’s at least 21.”  Dad said, “Yeah, yeah, but how old do you think he is?”  I looked at him and the scraggly group he was with and said, “Well, he looks to be about 24-26 years old.”  Dad said, “Exactly… and that’s how old I think I am in my head!!! Then I walk by a mirror and I am absolutely shocked.  I can only think to myself, who is that old bastard staring back at me!!”

Well, I am now the age my father was then.  Even though I got it at the time, I really get it now.  I don’t give age a whole lot of thought usually.  But every once in awhile it sort of just hits me.  Lines around my face, grey hair coming in, the above mentioned joints giving out on me when I least expect it, and the amount of time I spend thinking BAAACCCCKKKKK on the follies of my youth.

About a year and a half ago, my younger sister was talking to me and indicated she was going to let her hair go natural and that I might want to join her.  I had been dying my hair since I was about 18.. just for the heck of it.  I no longer had any idea of what the actual color of my hair was but knew that over the past few years, I was starting to see some grey roots. I thought to myself, why not.  I was actually tired of dying my hair.  Further, living overseas it is often hard to find a quality product to use and it can get very expensive to go into a salon and pay someone every few weeks to dye your hair.

I’ve never been a patient person so I did the most natural thing for someone like myself and just bleached my hair white.  I really, really, really thought that it would grow out completely grey.  That is exactly what did not happen.  So for an entire year I looked..uh.. fresh.. recognizable.. kind of cool… and it WAS pretty cool for about 2 months.

Apparently I was not as old/grey as I thought I was and that unless I did something drastic, I would be bleaching my hair every 2-3 weeks for the rest of my life.  My hair was really being destroyed and the chemicals were actually doing more damage than any normal dye.  UGH.. what to do?  Well, not wanting to deal with the grow out and realizing that my hair was completely destroyed at this point anyways, I did the most natural thing for someone like myself… I had a friend shave me bald to reset this entire mad process and for the first time in over 30 years, I saw the true and natural color of my hair.

I’m not going to lie.  For the first 20 minutes it was shocking to see myself in the mirror.  After that, it was liberating.  I LOVED it.  Not always how I looked but how I felt.  I had several women say to me, “Wow.  You look amazing!!”  “At least you have a nicely shaped head.” “I could never do that, I sort of hide behind my hair.” “You will have to start wearing some bold makeup now.. or at least makeup, otherwise you will look like a boy.” Yeah, sometimes women can be harder on women then men.. but I understood the sentiment.

Well, it grew on me.  The look and yes, even my hair. It was a complete reset with my mentality, my awareness of self, and how much I had used my hair as an impetus for how I felt about myself.  Though I didn’t feel old, I guess I was sort of trying to hold back the years from the top down to the bottom.  The reset really worked.  I had not planned on a reset.  Didn’t even know I was doing it when I was doing it.  But I did it and I felt it.

Now, nearly a year later, my hair has actually grown back.  I was slightly concerned at times.  As liberating as it was, it was also a bit intimidating.  At this time, I mostly do not feel any different than I did before the bleach and the cut.  I sometimes miss having no hair.  I have not dyed my hair again and LOVE the look and feel and, to be quite honest, the cost and time saving experience of just being au natural.

I still do not feel like I am that old, despite my half century on the planet, but I accept that I am closer to a century than to zero.  I also feel the words my dad said to me nearly 20 years ago in a more profound kind of way.  Who is that ol’ lady staring back at me … and how in the hell did she become so… amazing… !!!

OK.. OK… sometimes I do end that thought with the word “old”.

I hope you enjoyed the read and the memories…

“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”  ― Jules Renard

“Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It’s beautiful.”   ― Lynsay Sands

Peace out – age gracefully – live long and prosper! – lil ‘ol me and Spock

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