- There was a time I thought I had to get away from my family
- months and years went by sometimes with only silence
- forgiveness was a rough lesson to learn
- There was a time I was so alone I couldn’t bear it, and realized that no matter what, my family would take me in
- Good morning
- 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!
- In catch-up mode, I can do no less than to write a Monday post and be humble about it, rather than let it go another week yet
- I know that would bother me more
- I still must write a #CinemaShame post that was due December 31, so I am actually feeling pretty good about myself for this one!
- I feel fine in the sense that I am stressed as all get out, but the sun is out and man, if I can’t springboard off that and the 60F+ temps today, I’m useless!
sudden cold snap
an unexpected breeze
like when he left
only to turn around
to touch my face again
you have been called
but I wave my wand
and call you gold
leaving the blues
in the can behind me
- I am all over the place
- I woke up to a brilliant red sky, and by noon I was in despair
- The emotions are fleeting and cannot be counted on
- I suppose that is why it is best to face them all as mine, and know that, as my mother always said, ‘This, too, shall pass.’
- Could I edit my feature photo to be a little smaller?
- Sure I could
- But I woke up to brilliant sunshine and a temp here of -2°F
- I am planting a little mental spring garden to give me the will to go out the door this morning
- today, on March 4
- positivity is key
- So this was intended to be a handful of random thoughts
- instead I am harping on winter
- winter that wants to stay
- here’s a thought, and a tip for the day
- Bakers? Don’t forget that even a sweet treat needs a pinch of salt in it to bring out the sweetness. Not much, just a half teaspoon, perhaps a quarter, or only a pinch. It’s chemistry. It works. Please trust me on this!
- In other news, I am continuing sewing memory pillows for a friend. The first two were fashioned from sweaters, as will the next after this project today
- which is two pillows made from a first communion dress from the sixties
- It has been very rewarding, but gives me sweats taking the clothing apart, these dear memorials people held on to for so long
- I just don’t want to screw it up.
- But so far, so good
- After that, writing, both a side project, and my own
- And, if I get a couple of hours left at the end of the day in which I do not pass out early, I will watch an old movie I have been saving to watch with hubby
- In the meantime–Onward, ho!
- Think spring.
- My last Monday Random featurette was in November.
- I am slacking in a few things
- The words keep coming but they are not all in order
- I find it difficult to even look at my novels right now
- But I must finish
- I did not make New Year’s resolutions this year, except perhaps an unspoken one, that I would finish all my started projects
- I love the start!
A reprise of a Monday Random post from 2017, which applies directly to the wounds of this past weekend, real and imagined, and no, I will not explain that right now. Thank you for reading.
- I make my husband happy when I don’t talk during the news even if something makes me want to monologue
- He makes me happy when he watches one of my old movies and doesn’t complain about the sound or the lame sets
- I go to every Star Trek movie, sometimes on opening night
- At some point he stopped saying things about my family that were sore spots
- He went to the church I picked
- I make pizza ten times more often than I’d ever eat it, and I learned how to make pizza crust like a New Yorker
- I learned how to make cheesecake like a New Yorker though I could go the rest of my life without eating it
- He’d rather the mayo not touch the cheese on a sandwich, and I respect that
- He reads all my manuscripts and gives honest feedback
- I’ve been going through menopause for…
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- great leftovers
- a healthy dose of family guilt
- overdose on stuffing and green bean casserole
- lack of affection for poultry for the next two months
- a lot of dishes
- few offers to help with said dishes
- joy at seeing what the next generation is up to
- old pictures
- old stories