Part of why I write Weekly Findings is because there's so much I don't want to forget as we travel around the country and explore new places.
After a few false starts, we left Oklahoma City (for good) on Amtrak this past Saturday—and, though we're both really glad to be moving on, I realized there's a lot I want to remember about this place that held onto us for almost an entire year.
Today, then—before it all blurs together or becomes a relic—I'd like to share a few of my city notes with you.
What you go for: a walk around an urban greenhouse and some gardens
What you leave with: the feeling you've been transported to someplace; glee at watching koi dart beneath the water to retrieve food pellets before thieving geese beat them to it
What you go for: a Saturday afternoon amusement
What you leave with: a pigeon tote bag that makes you smile with every use; appreciation for an oft-overlooked bird; amazement at the variety of breeds; cooing conversation with the most exotic-looking pigeons you've ever seen
What you go for: dinner; also, to satiate your curiosity, since you pass this place most days
What you leave with: celestial-looking light fixtures; orange upholstery; falafel and bread pudding so tasty, you wonder why you waited until three weeks before leaving town to venture in
What you go for: culture
What you leave with: stealthy snaps of paintings; sightings of real cowboys on dates with their girlfriends; frustration at under-representation of females (prompting a visit to the National Cowgirl Museum in Fort Worth on your wedding day)
What you go for: miso soup starter followed by massaman curry with tofu (spice rating 2); maybe a glass of plum wine
What you leave with: interaction with truly lovely restaurant waitstaff and sushi chef who notice when you haven't been in for a few weeks; booth selfies
Notes from the week of July 31
+ two more goguma (sweet potato) lattes
+ lots & lots of berries
+ fish tacos
+ veggie lasagna
+ two cupcakes (red velvet & strawberry)
READ & LAUGHED LOUDLY
+ "The other day I was out running and someone yelled at me from a passing pickup truck. I think he called me a pansy (or maybe a Nancy?) It startled me, and I might have even jumped a bit. They probably laughed or high-fived each other or whatever those kinds of douchebags do after a successful drive-by shouting" (via Jill Salahub)
READ & NODDED MY HEAD
+ "So, for over 2000 years, way before the news and smartphones, our to-do lists have been bumping up against our mortality and August has had us feeling existential despair (not to mention hot and sticky)"
+ Cindy at The UPS Store, with whom we had the most thoughtful conversation about voting that I've ever had with anyone
+ Reggie, our car attendant on Amtrak's Texas Eagle
+ Charles, one of our table companions in the dining car