i love traditions - they way they make me feel comforted in their predictability, their act of affirmation. this morning i decided on the spot that it would be a fine day for a trip to asheville (one hour drive) with roy to our favorite little sushi restaurant, wasabi; all it took was a phone call to my boy in his apartment, and the decision was made. we were just there two short weeks ago, on a sunday early evening as well, so i've just decided that it has now become "our tradition". granted, this one may be fleeting, as roy will leave in august for school in wilmington, an eight hour drive from here; but who says that traditions have to be long-lived? this could very well be our "summer of sunday sushi". it isn't cheap, but hey - the cost of time with roy? with robin? priceless.
that's sweet, shy andy there on the left, holding the piece of artwork i made this afternoon with the two photos i took of our regular sushi chefs the last time we were there (we always sit at the sushi bar, and get the royal treatment from our beloved mai, who waits on us, and andy and peter). andy blushed when he saw his photograph in the artwork, and before roy and i even had our green tea, he had treated us to a wonderful special dish of sashimi. throughout our meal, i saw him picking up the piece, after washing his hands, and showing it to the various employees there. peter, to the left, was off for the day, much to my disap- pointment. the original photograph i took of him was fuzzy, so i opted to make it look like those old linen finish postcards from the 1950's, richly saturated in color and soft in detail. i didn't have frames handy at the house, so simply took an old book cover (a child's embossed encyclopedia, with colorful scenes of people across the world on the opposide side as endpaper) and placed the photos under mica with torn fabric tape. the rock was a special one i had found over in the smoky mountain park - very round, very fitting i thought for what would hopefully hang on the walls of a japanese restaurant. it made for yet another lovely evening, where we are always greeted with hugs and treated like royalty. and, before heading back home, i stopped at a gas station to pick up a copy of the local want ads to begin checking for rental house listings. it is finally time to begin heading in that direction, methinks. time, and not time. is it ever?