Monday
Jan282008
When life gives you lemons...
Monday, January 28, 2008 at 11:04AM
Today I received a small box in the mail. Its contents were
1) a small lemon wrapped in a paper towel
2) a handwritten note on folded-up arty brown-and-gold paper.
It was sent by my friend Juniper, who wrote me a series of engaging and whimsical letters called "Dispatches from the Southland" a few years ago. She is the best letter-writer I know. In fact, in addition to the various missives I have actually received from her, there is one other letter she's been writing me since...1996? that I have never seen most of. For a while, she claimed she was going to send it to me when it was finished, but I think the gig is up and I've finally figured out it will never be finished. She took pity on me and has been posting some of it lately on a blog called "Dear Alissa" (link on the sidebar if you're curious. She'll probably hate me for directing people to it. But it's good! Be warned: she's also been posting chapters from her novel there, which is also good, but agonizingly incomplete.)
Anyway. Back when she was writing me the Dispatches, she had developed hope about her recently-planted lemon tree. It had never borne fruit, but was starting to form flowers. But the lemons failed to materialize that year.
Now there are finally lemons! And since I was sort of peripherally involved in (well, at least kind of witnessing) the birth of the Lemon-Watching, she has decided to send me one. She wants to know what I am going to use it for.
This is a lemon with history! What should I do with it? How can I best use this lemon to glorify the name of the best letter-writer with whom I have had the pleasure of acquaintance and receipt of missives from, despite the shoddy frequency with which I returned them? I am accepting ideas for the next...one day. I want to use it while it's still fresh.
About the lemon: It is bigger than a ping-pong ball, but smaller than a tennis ball. It is almost perfectly round, instead of lemon-shaped. Its skin is very smooth, not rough like grocery-store lemons, and it doesn't smell very strongly at all. It is bright yellow, nearly gold on one side. As I understand it, it is the second lemon ever produced by a young tree in Los Angeles since it was planted three years ago in its current home. It glows a little on my dark wood-finished desk. It is too yellow to look quite like a full moon. There is a little inverted dimple on it, directly opposite from the place it was separated from the stem (which is faint green.) It weighs about the same amount as the pair of scissors I used to open the box that contained it. It will not be good forever.
1) a small lemon wrapped in a paper towel
2) a handwritten note on folded-up arty brown-and-gold paper.
It was sent by my friend Juniper, who wrote me a series of engaging and whimsical letters called "Dispatches from the Southland" a few years ago. She is the best letter-writer I know. In fact, in addition to the various missives I have actually received from her, there is one other letter she's been writing me since...1996? that I have never seen most of. For a while, she claimed she was going to send it to me when it was finished, but I think the gig is up and I've finally figured out it will never be finished. She took pity on me and has been posting some of it lately on a blog called "Dear Alissa" (link on the sidebar if you're curious. She'll probably hate me for directing people to it. But it's good! Be warned: she's also been posting chapters from her novel there, which is also good, but agonizingly incomplete.)
Anyway. Back when she was writing me the Dispatches, she had developed hope about her recently-planted lemon tree. It had never borne fruit, but was starting to form flowers. But the lemons failed to materialize that year.
Now there are finally lemons! And since I was sort of peripherally involved in (well, at least kind of witnessing) the birth of the Lemon-Watching, she has decided to send me one. She wants to know what I am going to use it for.
This is a lemon with history! What should I do with it? How can I best use this lemon to glorify the name of the best letter-writer with whom I have had the pleasure of acquaintance and receipt of missives from, despite the shoddy frequency with which I returned them? I am accepting ideas for the next...one day. I want to use it while it's still fresh.
About the lemon: It is bigger than a ping-pong ball, but smaller than a tennis ball. It is almost perfectly round, instead of lemon-shaped. Its skin is very smooth, not rough like grocery-store lemons, and it doesn't smell very strongly at all. It is bright yellow, nearly gold on one side. As I understand it, it is the second lemon ever produced by a young tree in Los Angeles since it was planted three years ago in its current home. It glows a little on my dark wood-finished desk. It is too yellow to look quite like a full moon. There is a little inverted dimple on it, directly opposite from the place it was separated from the stem (which is faint green.) It weighs about the same amount as the pair of scissors I used to open the box that contained it. It will not be good forever.
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