If we were having coffee, I would invite you out on the balcony. I would say how I’ve never had a December like this. We have the windows open most days and had to turn on the AC on Thanksgiving. Not a proper rainy winter down here in the South. The bonsai doesn’t know what to make of it and I don’t either.
If we were having coffee, I would say that I’m excited to visit a monastery I just found out about. I would wait for the eye roll to finish before I continued. This one is different. There are bonsai at this one. It looks like one of the brothers is a master gardener and I can get some supplies to move my bonsai to a better pot and prune him. Also this isn’t just any monastery but the daughter house of Thomas Merton’s monastery, Gethsemane. That’s quite the poetic pedigree.
If we were having coffee, I would discretely ignore your continued eye rolling by taking a sip.
I hope that visiting a monastery will make us feel more grounded. We’re struggling with the culture shock and missing the Northwest. I never thought I would watch Portlandia out of a sense of homesickness.
If we were having coffee, I would say that we just watched C.O.G. (about David Sedaris’ time in Oregon) the other night and I was surprised how strongly the landscape hit me. I got excited that they were getting ready for a fair and wondered which county it would be in and was disappointed when it was just the PSU farmer’s market. Even the cannery work was familiar.
If we were having coffee, I would ask if you knew a good place to get a Christmas tree. Finding tree farms back home was no problem. There’s a reason why the Cascadian flag has a Douglas fir on it.