I don’t know if I want to celebrate caviar so my celebrations of food days may have to start tomorrow with National Daiquiri Day. Unless I extend caviar to mean any type of fish egg…we’ll see.

But in other food news, there has been another molasses spill!! I mentioned the Boston Molasses Disaster of 1919 before. Well, this time it was in Texas and get this - it spilled near Sugar Land. I know spills are generally a bad thing but I do have dreams of witnessing a molasses spill one day (”oh no….it’s….spilling….very slowly…spilling”), armed with a bowl of oatmeal and buttermilk.

To provide a bit of me catch up after several months of nothing - things are very good. I spent May getting used to working life. In June I lived in False Creek for a bit and dreamed about owning a boat. The later half of June was a pseudo-holiday while I enjoyed the visits of friends. Now it’s July and I sort of feel like this:

My camera can take credit for that picture but I can’t. Jemma took it of Berny on a trampoline at a bed & breakfast we hit while they were here. I had forgotten all about trampolines.

Life is generally more free and bouncy (in comparison to the past 5 years of grad school). I may get back to writing more.