Theater Ninja Birthday

     Yesterday was Satu's 45th birthday and she seemed a little down about it at first. Usually she celebrates whole-heartedly since it is a holiday that is dedicated just to her and her life, but I think she is feeling a bit isolated and down. As much as I know that she loves me, it is never enough to just have one person in your life. We haven't quite made any friends here or found something that we can do with other people. I hope that, now that it is spring we can find some excuses to do more social things.
     Anyway last night we had a lovely dinner at the restaurant that is quickly becoming our new spot. Then we went to see a local theater company do an original production called "The Turing Machine." I am kind of a skeptic about local theater, I don't want to get trapped accidentally watching a one woman show about directing traffic or something, but this was surprisingly well written, clever and interesting. Gradually over the night her mood shifted, as it usually does when she is around inventive people and visually interesting things. When we were there, Satu expressed a few times how she was interested in becoming a part of that artist space.
     I admire Satu for the way that she sees the world and how willing she is to really develop her ideas when she gets into a project. I hope that she will make a place for herself among the artists there because as much as the world deserves to see what she does, what she really does best is connect with people. She is one of those thoughtful, kind, intelligent people who can make a real difference in people's lives just by being herself. It is not like her to live in a vacuum, and as much as I can be greedy about her attention, I love to see her full of the ideas and energy that she gets from being around other creative people.

Poof! Cookie!

It may seem like a small thing, but I love to watch Satu eat. Her table manners are really a good display of who she is in all aspects of her life. She is so neat and perfect. Her clothes are tidy, her office supplies are arranged in containers of appropriate shapes, her handwriting is beautiful and she eats as if cutting food is an art that she has actually studied for years. She pushes perfectly portioned cuts of this and that together and piles it neatly on the back of her fork, never letting a pea or an olive escape. I like the dainty perfect way that she eats so much that I try to do it too, but I am not an artist like she is. It may be a weird thing to admire, but just take a look at exhibits 1 and 2. I feel like a caveman sometimes because she does everything so well and I am so haphazard with everything.
I think that the difference here is patience. Satu is a patient person and likes to invest the time in doing things right. I am a scattered person and like to leave my car keys in the refrigerator if that is where I happen to be when I realize that I am still holding them. Only a truly good person like Satu could live with all of this chaos and still make me feel good about myself.

Exhibits 1 and 2: My hard boiled egg debris and hers. ( note: I ate both of my eggs before she started peeling the second one.)