Let marinate over night

A poem
by me. (and that's pronounced "Ah! poe-ehm" not "Uh pom")

I have been pondering many things
(including cabbages and self-appointed kings
--really, truly, I have).
But none of them are fully marinated enough to share.
So you shall have to wait.
A little bit longer.
While I ask (insert artful sigh here)
one more person to, "Please push your chair in,"
NOW!


Please do not be alarmed. That last emphatic bit was not said out loud. The poor dears would cower or laugh in my face. It depends if I wore makeup that day or not.

Perhaps...too much?

"Miss Eye?"
"Yes?"
"I think you should be Miss Black today."
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Your shirt is black, your shoes are black, your ring is black, your watch is black, and your fingernails are black." And with that they walked off contented that they had righted the world by changing my name.

Perhaps too much black?

On to a dumb topic...

Dear Reader(s)
I have been considering changing the name of my blog because of the current political race. I don't want to be connected in any way to those people from that very cold state that builds strange bridges and is sandwiched between to "foreign" countries. What are your thoughts? I'm thinking that I just need to endure until the holidays and I won't have to hear about them any more.

The real brain

The other day I told a young person, who was complaining to me about only being able to be creative when it involved weapons, "Use your real brain, not your video game brain. Turn off your video game brain and use your real brain." "But that is my real brain!" "No, it's not. You are selling yourself short. You can do it!" And he and his friends did. And they came up with great and imaginative ways to show their real genius and solve the problems they were faced with.

Moments like these I love.

Another time, "Can I do this?" "No. If I let you do that then everyone will want to do that, and pandemonium will ensue." "Huh?" he, he. Could you hear me giggling?

Ref, Can we get a time out?

A strange set of events have been happening to me recently.

I tried to ride a tube the wrong way down a river that was too fast, and ended up clinging to green branches and sobbing a prayer of thanks for this life of mine that was spared. The cold of the river kept me from knowing about my most painful bruises until that night when I sat down. The bruises on my legs were so impressive I had to ask my mom if they were too disgusting to wear my long shorts. Luckily they covered my knees so she gave me the go ahead.


Shortly after that I found out I GOT MY DREAM JOB!!! I did a little (o.k. BIG) dance and had to restrain myself from WOO WHOOING out loud. Then reality hit. My dream job.... A Career.... Responsibility.... Big Time Responsibility.... WHAT WAS I THINKING!?!?

Every day since then my to do list has been a million miles long.

Today, Patsy and I weeded and harvested the fruits of our garden. And then Fish and I had a great conversation. He also gave me some great ideas for what to have for lunch. Unfortunately, the lettuce had gone bad, so I had to regretfully turn from the delectable ideas Fish gave me. Instead I had to go with my own mediocer ideas and had a sad, sad little lunch.

Lunch marked the gateway to a long afternoon at the computer. So what do I do to take a break? Read and write blogs. Yup. I'm consistent.

Hot, hot, hot

I apologize for my absence, my three readers. I have been on vacation on my couch. Someone turned the temperature up in my garden. The vegetables are loving it, but I prefer the beauty of a cool dark room.

Yesterday the dude and I were able to taste the fruits of our labors. I made a sauce to drizzle over our delicious chicken. And in it ... (drum roll please) ... fresh basil, white onions, and garlic chives from our delicious little gargantuan garden. My mouth is watering just thinking of all that deliciousness. Rats! I should have taken a picture of it to put on here so you could be extremely jealous. Oh, well. In my head you are jealous.

Absoluteness

I have been reminded lately of how absolute life is when you are a teenager. No I am not a teenager, but once I was. And I have been blessed with the ability to remember what life was like then. If I couldn't remember, life would be a lot, lot, lot more frustrating. My head would be full of, "What are you thinking?!?!"s and "Are you kidding me?!"s and "Grow up!!!"s. Instead it's full of, "I remember when I said stuff like that" interspersed with internal giggling. Internal because when you are a teenager nothing is worse than having someone laugh at your absolute opinions that you know are right. That's right spelled with an absolute in the middle. It's not the silent absolute of the passive aggressive. It's the absolute of the "I'm so sure I will write it in cement" or "carve it into a desk" or "I will stand by this until I die, because I know I am right. Yes, yes you are my young friend. You are right. You stick by that opinion. You show them how right you are.

Adults: don't roll your eyes, you used to be right too.

Mom, I'm sorry.

Ritual

Peppermint tea, scriptures, and a conversation with my garden = a perfect moment in the day.

This little ritual helps me get out of bed and keep my sanity.