Easter was to be a small affair, just the two of us
The menu was simple: chicken parmesan, garlic bread, a big salad, and my famous cheesecake for dessert
Saturday I had been so sick, I lay around all day, in and out of sleep. Nothing serious, just a virus that’s been around our town and finally found me
Hubby had been sick already 3 days
By Sunday a.m. we knew neither of us were going to church
Dinner was a maybe, the day’s fare consisting mostly of tea and toast, and diet soda
Somewhere mid-day while watching movies, he got hungry and I made salads. That gave us some energy to think about the delicious chicken, but that meant being on my feet
What’s a girl to do?
The cheesecake finally made it into the oven, but had to refrigerate a minimum of four hours
The chicken was finished cooking mid-evening, declared delicious, and gobbled up, sans bread or veg or anything else
Then I passed out during the next movie
When I woke up, I was sad that it was bedtime and he hadn’t had any Easter cheesecake. I cut him a slice and he declared one bite delicious, saving the rest for Monday
I opted out of that or toast or anything, laying down again and waking up to the t.v. another hour later, past midnight
We finally had the good sense to find our bed, then talked more into the night before we both passed out to our fever dreams
I dreamed about Barry White. He was hanging out with me in a black, glittery suit, a whale of a man. I said, “That suit just glitters, it really shines.”
He said, “You shine, in everything you do.”
Damn, I have an endorsement from Barry White. I woke up feeling a little better and more confident than ever to continue on the path I have chosen. What a guy.
Happy Monday! We are all still here, and glad to be. If we ever get re-married to renew our vows as we’ve discussed, I want this song to be part of it. Allbest as we start out this week together. Thanks for reading. You know, I never take that for granted–
Though starting rather late, our cleaning for spring is advancing well
In my defense, it is difficult to forget that the season is not still winter
We drove to church in driving snow, the visibility poor, but we got there safely
This morning the sun is so bright, I cannot see, even just looking out the window. Inspiring!
There were a few scuffles in the parceling out of cleaning tasks, but all was peaceful by day’s end
Today is a grocery and baking day, hopefully with a nice corner to read in later, when I have earned it
Happy Monday! It has come again. I bid you a great one, or at least a peaceful one–oh, and did I mention I love the blues? (the music, not depression) I love them like I love a good haiku–sadness and hope in one tasty morsel. Time for coffee and breakfast!
“What do you want?”
“Just coffee. Black – like my soul.” -Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
Thank you for joining me this morning for coffee. Cake? Don’t you think it is a little early for baked goods? Yes, I know I did say there would be cake. Let’s start with the coffee and work up to it, hmm? I just woke up. I have a few things on my mind this morning, mostly to do with writing, with contemplation and meditation. The why’s and how’s and where for’s. First the coffee.
There is something about sharing a cuppa, whether it be coffee, tea or chocolate, that really lends itself, well, to sharing. There is a community about it with so many cultures. Here is a scene from Casablanca.Ilsa and Victor are at the Blue parrot with Ferrari. They share an iced Turkish coffee while discussing travel plans.
I was told to open up
I was asked to show my real face
/don’t you trust me yet/
(no. But I can’t tell you that. You might be dangerous.)
/what is the real you/
[what are you wearing] Really? That?
Lana del Rey is crooning about Summertime from the other room while I have clicked on a poet I never read before, reading about her grief. The two meet somewhere between rooms and I imagine them as performance art. I write something to that effect on Twitter. Ten minutes later I get embarrassed. I delete it.
I show you a picture of an animal in a trap.
/ I don’t get it/
Then why ask to see it? Why ask for transparency without a measure of mercy and understanding in your pockets?
I learned as a child what the rules of the flag were in a few places in my life early on. Dad was Navy, so I heard it at home. At school in sixth grade I took my turn to raise the flag in the morning and I knew how to do it properly, and with respect. In girl scouts, I learned a few more rules, such as how to dispose of a flag, and how it is disrespectful to wear it as clothing. This has become a part of me, and I cringe when I see that happening.