dispatch from the west

Robert sent us
Robert sent us a care package from home–the fixings for a simple queso, plus a recipe for a more involved version that he swears by. I don’t know what the chemical difference is between regular Velveeta and queso blanco (white) Velveeta, but I’d swear the white tasted a bit more like restaurant queso than the regular. Although at this point restaurant queso is a fading memory…
James made veggie lasagna
James adapted his meat-filled lasagna recipe to incorporate vegetables instead. Makes for a much prettier filling…
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and a delicious finished product.
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We don’t just eat and go hiking. We also see movies. There’s an old theater in downtown Monterey that has multiple screens. You wonder how that’s possible when you look at the tiny building from the outside, then you walk into a room with five rows and less than 25 seats and it all makes sense. It reminds me of the River Oaks Theater. We saw a Wes Anderson movie, which was perfect for this vibe. It was nice hearing the sound from the projector instead of the cold silence of a digital format.
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And we drink. This area is well-known for being hard-core about drinking and driving, so we typically only booze it up at home or places within walking distance. We’re lucky to have quite a few options in that regard, including the pub where I took this picture. There’s also a cash-only dive across from the pub and a bro bar further down the road that has midget wrestling. We haven’t been to that last place yet.
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And we go for drives. Even the clouds here are different.
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This is Felix from across the street. Felix is a cold-blooded killer. Of birds, gophers and moles.
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He likes to look in the window next to my desk. Maybe he wants to steal my soul. I think that only works if I invite him in. Or am I thinking of vampires?
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This other cat likes to stare at me, too. I was on a conference call this morning when I took this picture. Maybe the cats can sense I’m a dog person.
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Or maybe they can sense the dogs. (Not everything’s about you, Crystal.) The close quarters of our small house have led to some interesting canine behavior. The dogs would never share a bed in Houston. Here, they’re like, fuck it. Not enough room to stretch out anywhere else.
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Togetherness aside, Stella prefers to be alone with us on the couch while Dali snores on the rug.
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Hey, Dali, look behind you.
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You have two friends.
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Make that five. Five friends. The deer around here are so tame, someone must be hand-feeding them. Not us. They eat the flowers in front of our house, so that’s our contribution. I ran an errand today and saw a couple munching the grass outside the elementary school. Delightful.
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The score on our first June Gloom? There was some grayness, and sometimes the thick fog was a little spooky as it rolled in off the coast, but most days cleared off with highs barely reaching 70. I’ll take it.