Category Archives: Eating, Drinking, Cooking

Shall I Try to Reach A Higher State of Consciousness or Drink the Cherry Wine?

Posted on March 21, 2020 by O

I told my sister the other day that I was profoundly interested in exploring my solitude, now imposed on all of us.  I told a friend that I was embracing solitary confinement with sadness but that I was going to … Continue reading →

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Blue Christmas, Blue Birds, Blue Water

Posted on December 23, 2019 by O

I walked to church yesterday for the Blue Christmas service.  I wore that very expensive coat I bought twenty years ago as a Christmas present for myself, and, at the time trembled as I gave the card to the cashier, … Continue reading →

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The Blue Whales Are Coming

Posted on July 16, 2019 by O

I sat out there in the garden just a while ago.  And while the world outside was raging in hot winds and fires and pestilence and murders and all sorts of heinous human things, in the garden still, now and … Continue reading →

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Was it the Scrambled Eggs, the Sun, or Yellowjacket lying on the Windowsill?

Posted on February 23, 2019 by O

I don’t know why but I feel happy again.  This morning.   I did not sit in the chair by the red Chinese lamp brooding.  Staring out the window missing the massive Elms that used to rise up in the air … Continue reading →

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Potatoes, Pasta and a Handful of Tears

Posted on January 26, 2019 by O

I won’t talk about the weather anymore.  But that’s hard.  Because it makes you feel crazy when one day it’s forty degrees and the next eighty-five.  When your garden suddenly jumps up crazy wild before your eyes.   That happens here.  … Continue reading →

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Sleeping in a Bed of Incense

Posted on January 14, 2019 by O

Oh someone is breathing down my back again.  Sending icy chills down my spine.   I can feel them even in my stomach, lungs and heart.  What’s left. This dark dark week when I feel like I’ve already been sent to … Continue reading →

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When Your Mother Had Holes in Her Socks

Posted on November 29, 2018 by O

I woke up at 3:00 a.m. today.  And I don’t know anymore if today is really today. What is today.  Not even sure it merits a period or a question mark.  Or maybe just a blank space.   All the … Continue reading →

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Martini Morning

Posted on April 11, 2018 by O

It’s April 9.  There was that thing I was supposed to do about Christmas.  There was that thing I was supposed to do about Easter.   I will get to it.  And then maybe I will understand something. Christmas has come … Continue reading →

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Food for the Sick the Tired and the Lonely

Posted on January 21, 2018 by O

I ran out of butter.  I wondered how I could possibly eat my toast this morning. Because this was a day I had to have eggs, butter and toast. When I saw there was no butter, I didn’t exactly panic, … Continue reading →

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Chrysanthemums, The Beautiful, and Dmitri Hvorostovsky

Posted on November 27, 2017 by O

There are some people, when they die, whether you know them personally or not, when they die someone digs a deep hole in your heart. Makes you feel dizzy like all the blood just drained out, like all the evil vampires just got you. Makes you cold and frightened uncertain of where your hands or feet or face are. Continue reading →

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