sarah is unexpectedly visiting from paris. i apologised for not having a full meal in my larder, and then she went and created a potato, rice and lentil soup flavored with peanut coconut sauce and peas and spinach for color which we fed my whole apartment on. except stephanie, who only likes peanut butter in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. clearly i am not trying hard enough to make the most of my ingredients.

as a prezzie she brought me the ginger and eucalyptus tea blend from la grande epicerie, otherwise known as the tea that smells of wonderful parisian vacation after the bag i brought back from kevin scented all my luggage with a bright and pungent herb-ey air.

and she brought some of the pictures she took with me in new york, including the best catching-the-clutter-of-chinatown shot and a monumental image of the bp donning his mirrored helm and gazing distractedly outwards.

now she's rolling over and breathing in the bed above me and i feel so moved to have her in my space, under my blankets and sleeping while i do this and that. when we met we had so many ideas and visions and passions. it seems something extraordinary that we are now adult-like and able to see how those imaginings changed and turned into real lives.