A long while. I’ve gotten productive during this Covid state of affairs. I posted a story on a blog on WordPress years ago and have recently began some serious editing. I haven’t seen any of my siblings or cousins who I once saw during holidays and even weekends. So writing is on my front burner where it should have always been. Thanksgiving is going to be almost a curbside occasion with children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren not visiting so much as stopping by, wearing masks and grabbing food in to-go containers. I guess it’s better than not seeing them at all, though there will be many I won’t see. Birthday gatherings and graduations have been via Zoom meetings but that has it’s perks when the meetings are nationally held. So you take the good where you can, look beyond the bad and count your blessings. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
There are quite a few Christmas movies I could list. Of course
makes the list….the black and white version.
Then there’s a little known film
but my all time favorite is and
always will beThis movie introduced me to Natalie Wood. She was 12 years older than me and I felt so close to her. I have seen every movie she’s in that I could find. When she died I went into mourning and felt I had been cheated out of the chance to meet her. Had I had been as savvy before her passing as I am now…I know I would have met her somehow. That is why “A Miracle on 34th. Street” has the number one Christmas movie spot in my heart.
He could be going to church, or he could be just crossing the street.
The twinkle in your eyes hid the lies you fed me that I swallowed like chocolate while staring at your dimples the bitter after taste coming much too late.
I’m in my kitchen frying chicken and thinking about the feelings brought forth by Chris. It makes me realize that you’re never too old to fall in love for the first time. My mind speaks up.
“You can be so careless with our heart sometimes.”
You’re one to talk.
My mind and I at it again.
So I’m in my kitchen and thinking about Kel’s broccoli beef. I’d mentioned this to my family and showed them Kel’s dish. They wanted stir fry then and there. Well we didn’t have beef, broccoli or soy sauce. We had chicken and gravy over rice instead. Last night we finally had the broccoli beef and it was a hit. We all love broccoli and this fed the family with left overs that I took to work.
Thank you Kel for the idea. They’re already asking for more.
Here is the link to Kel’s post where you’ll find her receipe and picture. https://insidekelskitchen.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/img_1206.jpg
Kitchen Blog: In Sync/April 24, 2014
So I’m at Mercy Hospital and I’m waiting for Jha to get out of school. Does Tim Horton’s have a kitchen?
Anyway, I just had a coffee from there, and I was talking to Pinky about my writing progress, or lack thereof. So I have decided to do the Michael story and it is a finished life, so this should be easy right? I’m listening mind. Isn’t this your cue? No advice, no commentary?
“This isn’t syncing.”
Now my mind wants to talk, and it’s right, this isn’t syncing. The PC, my tablet, my phone. They’re not syncing with the Evernote app.
Okay, it took a little bit of time, but we’re synced. Not my mind and I, sometimes we do sync, but right now, I’m talking about my electronics.
In my kitchen early, frying chicken by 0630. I want the chicken crispy and flavorful. Seasonings of choice…a little garlic powder…pepper…seasoned salt…paprika. Some right on the chicken. Some added to the flour coating. Not much choice here, chicken travels well once cooked, and we’re heading to Cleveland.
My mind says, “Cleveland, where Chris lives.”
We’re sitting in the Greyhound bus station, waiting for the bus, and our cousin Deloris.
So now I’m feeling some unnamed way and I see Chris from my mind’s point of view, but Liam is also there, and wtf is all this? My iPod is playing and I’ve critiqued two Zoetrope pieces and maybe I’m hungry for chicken, but I am either missing, or trying to miss Chris.
We’re going to see Auntie and I think of her and I want to cry, and my mind says,
There are oldies playing that remind me of the very old days when Auntie was young, and our mother was alive and neither me, nor my mind, can picture the two of them together, as if where there was one, there wasn’t the other, and I know this isn’t true, because Auntie visited her twin often. Yes, Auntie is our mother’s twin.
Now it’s so sad because this could be our last visit to Cleveland with Auntie as our reason to go, and my mind is saying,
“Don’t think that now, not now.”
I want to cry now, rid myself of tears, so that I don’t cry at all in Cleveland. Auntie, when she leaves us, will join her twin and all her siblings. They will be young, possibly children, and they will be happy. They could be adults, reunited with lost spouses.
My mind says,
“They should be children. That way spouses who are not missed, will not look sadly on happy reunions.”
I agree. Yes, they should be children. All smiles, all happy. I like that image mind, I’ll go with that one.