Compiling the list for the next library delivery and felt it was time for some Vonnegut. Then it occurred to me, there will BE no new Vonnegut. Imagine my surprise to discover a collection of unpublished short stories that ARE available. Of course I reserved the book. But I bet he is pissed.
Yesterday here at Elder House I was treated to the aroma of the best red sauce I have ever smelled. I could not identify every ingredient but my taste buds recognized perfection. Garlic, tomato, shallots probably, a hint of vinegar. I did not actually drool, but I could have. I imagine it had been colored with a dark red crayon. Or so red it was mixed with blood. If I could walk and had a crust of french bread I would have gone begging door to door. Alas, today the smell is gone.
All at once it is light outside after 5:30 in the evening Hurrah! Now if the weather would only catch up. Although I am still anticipating some freezing, icy, snow filled weeks as punishment for this relatively gentle months we have experienced.
I have set myself a task to unlearn some levels of guilt. Childhood and young adulthood have both marked me with some wrong, WRONG ideas. For one I am now allowing myself to sleep a bit later on Saturdays. Big step for this so dog. Still will not allow myself to eat anything in bed. As I told Baby Sister I believe that is just gross.
Yesterday here at Elder House I was treated to the aroma of the best red sauce I have ever smelled. I could not identify every ingredient but my taste buds recognized perfection. Garlic, tomato, shallots probably, a hint of vinegar. I did not actually drool, but I could have. I imagine it had been colored with a dark red crayon. Or so red it was mixed with blood. If I could walk and had a crust of french bread I would have gone begging door to door. Alas, today the smell is gone.
All at once it is light outside after 5:30 in the evening Hurrah! Now if the weather would only catch up. Although I am still anticipating some freezing, icy, snow filled weeks as punishment for this relatively gentle months we have experienced.
I have set myself a task to unlearn some levels of guilt. Childhood and young adulthood have both marked me with some wrong, WRONG ideas. For one I am now allowing myself to sleep a bit later on Saturdays. Big step for this so dog. Still will not allow myself to eat anything in bed. As I told Baby Sister I believe that is just gross.
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