Seriously, does it make a difference?
Today has been damp, chilly, wet, gray, heavy, bleak, uncomfortable.
Friends of my son got married on this day. For weeks we've had high blue skies, sunshine fairly bouncing off each surface, shadows dancing in the light, breezes blowing - heavenly. I mourned all day for them!
Today I want to retreat to my easy chair, drape my shoulders with a shawl and read until I fall asleep.Yesterday I wanted to walk around the lake twice.
I'm really rather horrified that my activities are so dictated by the weather. Now if I had been scheduled to work both days, I would only have been marginally affected. But having to marshal the two days on my own, I cavort in the brightness and completely capitulate under the weight of the gray.
Wow.
Gotta move to Florida. Yep old-timer, pack yer bags.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
sugar bread
As if my childhood world wasn't fortified with enough sugar from cakes, cookies, doughnuts, pies and puddings, I still have one particular shining memory of sweetness.
Sugar bread.
Mother didn't allow it often. Wonder why.
But when this wondrous thing happened, one took a slice of Sunbeam bread, the one with another little blue-eyed, blond girl happily eating a slice of white bread slathered with a buttercup yellow spread, spread one's own thickly with soft butter and then - the coup de grace- carefully, over the sink to avoid a mess, sprinkled it thoroughly with white refined sugar. This delicacy was then gingerly transferred out on the porch and down on the steps before one bite could be taken.
My brother and I sat there, in heaven, munching down slowly into the buttery goodness, bite by bite, letting the melting sugar dance on our tongues.
The world may just have been recovering from a major ravaging war whose evil had shaken its foundation.
But for us it was just sunshine and sugar bread.
Sugar bread.
Mother didn't allow it often. Wonder why.
But when this wondrous thing happened, one took a slice of Sunbeam bread, the one with another little blue-eyed, blond girl happily eating a slice of white bread slathered with a buttercup yellow spread, spread one's own thickly with soft butter and then - the coup de grace- carefully, over the sink to avoid a mess, sprinkled it thoroughly with white refined sugar. This delicacy was then gingerly transferred out on the porch and down on the steps before one bite could be taken.
My brother and I sat there, in heaven, munching down slowly into the buttery goodness, bite by bite, letting the melting sugar dance on our tongues.
The world may just have been recovering from a major ravaging war whose evil had shaken its foundation.
But for us it was just sunshine and sugar bread.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
No shades of gray
When I was nine years old, I believed I would go to hell if I read the comics in the evening papers without being "saved" so I took appropriate measures - because I had to keep up with the fascinating life of Kerry Drake!
While I cherish the community and family values my church provided, the early scathing indoctrination of right and wrong is horrifying to me in retrospect.
Yet, now in different ways, I think it is easy to make just didactic judgments in different areas - say politics. I used to know if a person was doomed or not if they used lipstick. Now I know they are if they believe in Rush Limbaugh!
Unless our eyes and hearts are wide open we take that black pencil and white paper and make neat little boxes - all our lives.
While I cherish the community and family values my church provided, the early scathing indoctrination of right and wrong is horrifying to me in retrospect.
Yet, now in different ways, I think it is easy to make just didactic judgments in different areas - say politics. I used to know if a person was doomed or not if they used lipstick. Now I know they are if they believe in Rush Limbaugh!
Unless our eyes and hearts are wide open we take that black pencil and white paper and make neat little boxes - all our lives.
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