I often think that we are the cumulative result of those we meet along the way, people in our lives now, and our basic personalities. In my thirties, I had a roommate whose mantra was “Take the best and leave the rest”. That worked for me. If you pull the positives out of a relationship (I realize sometimes this may seem more like trying to drag an elephant through a keyhole) and take those along with you, the baggage you tote along behind you will be much lighter and the message you share down the road far more upbeat. Ah, the blonde’s view on life again, doesn’t it make you just want to sigh, or lose your lunch? it’s your choice.
What is the saying? “People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime”. For me that has been quite true, and the lifetime people thus far all share my DNA and I theirs. Because we shift locations, change, and mature, those relationships of the seasonal kind sluff off like a rattlesnake’s skin after a while and new ones grow in their place. I store these bits of old friends in my memory box like faded roses from dances long ago, and take them out from time to time to dust them off and revisit the times we spent together.
Moving once again (it must be a karmic thing), I am faced with leaving my friends behind here on my beautiful ridge, at least in the physical sense. Never do I really lose friends, unless they mistreat me, or wish to go, but from experience I know that distance in the end, has a way of extracting a toll on friendships and relationships. Hopefully never lost, often they often do not remain the same.
This got me thinking, as I often do, what life must have been like back when pioneers were hitching their teams to wagons and bravely forging a path west across the country. Much different to have your friends and families move forward in their lives armed with cell phones, Skype, and a myriad of other social networks available to maintain contact. Imagine watching them disappear over the horizon not knowing if, or when, you might ever see their faces again. Sometimes I think I have a fascination for what was, because it got us to what is, and most probably will take us to what will be, if you will. Please repeat that back three times and then spell it backwards. There will be a breathalyzer immediately following this exercise.
On pondering the backbone it would have taken to set forth with other like-minded individuals into unknown territory with the knowledge that there unsympathetic Native Americans, rough unbroken trails, heat, and bone chilling cold. If hurt or wounded, most likely no one would be available to tend your wounds, and if pregnant, your child would probably be born with only your husband’s hands to cut the umbilical cord. I can’t help but wonder if I would have signed up for the trip.
Friends, I would guess back in the day, were fairly spread out. Those that you had might have provided the only lifeline in the event of catastrophe, or perhaps eased the loneliness I can imagine would be your close companion before the states were populated as they are today. In a way, I think it would exciting to be the first people to settle an area. Challenging and rewarding to build your own home, and to grow the food on your table. However, if you look at the unsmiling faces portrayed in old daguerreotype pictures of early pioneers, they do not depict party hearty, laugh a minute, type folks.
One of my readers responded to a statement I’d made in a previous post about curiosity where I stated that if man had not exercised his curiosity we would still be eating raw meat and no one would have invented hair dye, which for me would have been the worst. My reader responded that if having gray hair was the worst experience I was to have in life I was in pretty good shape, and that people in this country tended to be a little bit short-sighted about what real hardship encompassed. In response, I said, “yes I suppose in some parts of the world poor cell phone service might not be considered a personal crisis, and that the gray hair was noted as my worst nightmare with much tongue in cheek”.
Friends, as I was saying, are an important part of my life. Whether it is true or not, in my opinion women seem to form stronger bonds with their female counterparts, or perhaps share with them on a more intimate level than men do. Not being a guy, I can’t come to this from a personal viewpoint but I have known and been close to quite of few of the big lugs in my lifetime and most of them did not have the same relationship with their close friends, if, in fact, they counted many close friends, that I did.
For the most part, I found the male on male relationships I observed to be more of an exchange of stats. Who won the series, what chick was hot, how the market was doing. More surface stuff and far less baring of the soul. Maybe it’s because their role is the protector, and thus they have to display a chest of armour rather than vulnerability. Who knows? As I always say, I have no answers, only endless questions.
Speaking of hot chicks, this is a great tart. It’s easy to make and I usually serve it with some kind of wonderful sausages and a salad. Enjoy.
Flakey Zucchini and Three Cheese Tart
1 oz. tube crescent rolls
2 tsp. Dijon mustard
4 cups thinly sliced zucchini
1 onion, chopped
1 garlic clove, minced
6 Tbsp. butter
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1/4 cup 2% milk
1 cup mozzarella cheese, shredded
3/4 cup Mexican cheese blend
1/4 cup Parmesan cheese, shredded
3 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled (optional)
2 Tbsp. parsley flakes
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. black pepper
1/8 tsp. cayenne pepper
1/2 tsp. Italian seasoning
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Separate crescent rolls into eight wedges. With points toward the center, press into the bottom and sides of a pre-sprayed 9″ deep dish pie plate, sealing the seams. Spread evenly with mustard.
Melt butter over med. heat in large skillet. Add onions and zucchini and cook until vegetables are tender but zucchini is not mushy. Add garlic and cook for 1 min. until fragrant. Remove from heat.
In large bowl mix together eggs, milk, cheeses and seasonings (if using crisped bacon add now). Pour into prepared crust. To prevent edges of crust from over browning, cover with a thin piece of heavy-duty tin foil half way through cooking or after it is nicely browned.
Bake for 35-40 mins. until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Yum