Sautéing garlic cloves, onion and green/red bell pepper in olive oil… took the container of leftover potato salad and dumped it on top… cranked the heat up a bit and cooked uncovered, potatoes browned beautifully, flavor – very good, put most in a new container, scrambled an egg in what was left in the pan, topped with a slice of muenster… I’d show you a picture but it’s all gone!
Wine can make the heart merry
It’s divine intention to be
One evening feeling a Margarita though
I made one from a tequila liqueur
Because it was all there was
A digestif in nightcap’s true form
There’s a difference didn’t you know from liquor
Frozen, cold, refreshing, downed so smooth
Overwhelming never happens
Not to me you see I don’t get drunk as a rule
Needless to say it became a surprise
Then I was paralyzed
Didn’t care for this feeling at all
Had to lay still after getting comfortable if you will
Sleep came some hours passed
Happy to see daylight’s sense of born again
Moderately heavy head
Admittedly unpleasant that said
A single shot will do
The contented house cat on the prowl just knew, I could tell by the concentration and stealth-to-pounce position it was in, it was going to catch it’s target. I couldn’t see the target from the other side of the street but it sure could. Like a bolt of lightening it leapt, I heard annoyed chirping, wings flapping, saw a small bird reach altitude as the housecat, no longer as self-assured yet still rotund with its shiny-clean fur now on the other side of the low bush looking around somewhat perplexed, “where’d the bird go?” It took a moment before it decided to move feeling a little sheepish? He wasn’t exactly in shape for it… possibly remembering the good ol’ days. Not to worry, there’ll be warm milk and gourmet cat food at home. No doubt someone will be there to brush its fur…
I read something in the paper about an actor who in many of his movie posters is leaning back or leaning on someone and it was associated with memes, meme with learning. What has that to do with meme? Something over my head… I don’t get it as Sherman oft said to Mr. Peabody but that’s ok. What I do remember as an undergrad an instructor who said I should have a meme to associate with what I’m learning so when it’s time for a test it’ll be easier to recall the information. Now he was a graduate student and I was a lot older but I’m supposed to listen and being me, well; let me tell you. According to my instructor, I should have this word that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to bring to mind what I need to answer the question kind of like Chinese checkers. Take your marble and jump, jump, jump, jump, collect all the marbles you’ve jumped, get to the other edge of the board to win. (Who hadn’t loved lining things up to clear the board with one move) However, I’m exhausted already from all that thinking, the pressure to remember what on earth I’m remembering the word for, and I haven’t answered the first question yet. Instead of collecting marbles and winning the prize I think I’ve lost them…
Makes more sense to just study instead of stressing over forgetting the go-to word.
Did the AC kick on? Is that me? Gee, I hope not, I’ve the door open and the fan on to let fresh air in to clear my head, unstuff my nose from artificial cool, so I get up and wander through listening. It’s everyone else outside as all units kicked in but mine. Good. Let’s see how far into the morning I can go before the door must be closed and the AC gets to play. For now birds chirp loud and clear, land on the wood rail looking for stale bread… word got around I leave stuff out from time to time. You just never know when.
And so the morning begins, the sky brightens a bit, cool breeze on my legs and an espresso before it’s too hot out to drink it. Of course, nothing wrong with it iced.
That reminds me…
Iced coffee might seem simple, even as a request in a café but not everywhere. I was teaching in Istanbul and of course frequented the local Starbucks, a prestigious place for coffee according to many Turks. One day I ordered an iced espresso, an item not on the list of coffees served. To my surprise I totally confused the two baristas behind the counter. It was easier for them to think I was a buffoon who didn’t know her coffee than for them to add ice to my espresso. My best charades getting us nowhere I wasn’t much better toward them totally aghast they couldn’t fulfill my simple request. I got it hot and we parted making cranky faces at each other. The next time I went the lightbulb was on. I ordered espresso, then asked for a cup of ice. Easy. They were wondering what I was doing but I had made two understandable requests exclusive of each other. First I added sugar to the hot beverage then took the espresso and poured it over the ice. I raised my cup and smiled big, they looked with delighted surprise at the cup, then each other laughing. They told their manager about it. After that it was put on the menu: Iced Coffee.
We were temporarily lost in translation, no more than that resulting in a chip being made in the language barrier, a hand extended toward getting along. Good business I think.
Listening to air conditioning units running in unison. Sounds like a fleet of trucks idling on the street below. How could they? It’s 55 degrees outside. Isn’t anyone aware or don’t they care the size of the utility bill unnecessary when the temperature drops. My sliding door is open and I’ve got the temp inside down to 72. Mustiness is on the run. I don’t understand most people. I prefer the fresh air whenever I can get it opposed to closed-up old and stale. I’d rather get to the island getaway than send the owner of the electric company. Know what I mean?
A new week begins but a holiday approaches. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you…
Sitting unmotivated in the best way. Listening to chirping, feeling the cool before it reaches almost 80, in a couple shots of espresso, and looking around the living room wile, beguile, while my little guest plays his games on the tablet. The most energy I want to spend is sighing although I will brush my teeth.
Then I thought about the scant half bag of generic raisin bran crunch.
I’ll turn it into muffins. The recipe easy enough I can mix it by hand with a whisk and not disturb what’s peaceful including me.
Only one thing left to do.
Get up from the chair…