Yesterday was a rather rough day. I learned that the insurance adjuster totaled my car, while watching out all morning for two workers from our internet provider who worked on restoring wifi and climbed poles during a tornado watch and torrential rains. My everlasting gratitude for their dedication and perseverance despite a tension headache that escalated with each weather report. I had to escort them in and out of the gated nursery (about 500′) to the phone box on the outside of the building (actually an old three-room chicken coop that served as the nursery sales and work rooms in better times). I had to change out of three pairs of soaked jeans.
So I turned as I usually due to cooking and chopping while responding to and monitoring the men on the telephone poles, talking to the insurance representatives and a car dealer. I managed to make an old rustic Italian favorite—pasta fagoli or pasta and with ceci (chickpeas) in a garlicy tomato and basil broth.
When the tornado warnings became more localized, I decide to attack the flourless chocolate cake in my refrigerator that I did not get to eat for Easter dessert due to other circumstances beyond my control. And as a “friend” reminded me—I would have a much greater chance of staying grounded in a tornado if I was that much heavier. I also wanted my last meal (if indeed the case) to include pasta and finish with velvety chocolate.
Luckily for me, I am still here to share today’s blog, heavier but happier that I decided to live in the moment and screw the extra calories.
chocolate on my tongue bittersweet
For the most part, it’s the simple things that measure up and define the quality of a life. It is the quiet pleasures, blessings or gifts, work, activities, friendships and the like that create abundance. During a crisis, simple tasks and routines take on new meaning, because disruption motivates us to refocus and recognize the little comforts that we so often take for granted.
Today, I am grateful for the comfort of morning toast and tea. My mom used to feed my brother and me toast and tea when we were young and recovering from a virus or illness. Together with the added ministration and pause in routine, toast and tea settled our stomachs and comforted our attention. A type of soul food in a way.
During this pandemic virus, I am grateful for a modest breakfast of toast and tea. Tea is my go-to beverage anyway, while coffee is reserved for imbibing with special after-dinner desserts. So while this is not too much of a stretch—it is worthy of conscious gratitude and serenity.
during the storm
each day a different cup
out of the cupboard
a porcelain pattern
and her floral bouquets
almost forsythia a little rain a little snow
imagine simmering pots of fragrant words
cabbage and beans
a garden celebration
of rustic stars
letting go letting g letting lettin lett let
After having a mild meltdown and a good cry, because of my inability to download a simple app yesterday, the day continued on in a damp rain and depressing fashion. Adding insult to injury – on my way to drop off an item that I did not order and was charged for, (a router from Verizon – thank you), I wanted to make a right-turn-on-red at a traffic light onto a busy highway. As I inched forward to look at oncoming traffic, the driver blocking my left-hand view also inched up. I thought maybe this was just a reflex, so I inched up again to clear my view and damn – he/she inched up again – WTF? We did this dance a third time until I was nearly in the highway’s fast lane. I don’t understand – this was not a drag race with both of us speeding forward when the light turned green, nor was there a merge ahead and the driver could misconstrue my motives. It was outright rudeness, unlike many a driver who actually stays back in the right lane to allow to allow a safe left-hand turn. Instead, I was turning right and needed visual clearance from the left – should be no problem except that it just wasn’t my day.
After that, I refused to make small talk with the Verizon representative, sped up to beat out another driver at a merge (sad to admit), and decided that if I had a dashboard laser – I would flatten anyone’s tires and write unflattering poetry on the hoods and windows of whomever got in my face. I know, I know – it’s called ROAD RAGE on top of computer password glitches and wasting time returning something I didn’t order (another computer error). I decided that the best remedy at the time would be to stop for a bowl of lentil soup and a slice of “Grandma’s pizza.” Also a chaser of dark chocolate, a nap and blogging a good story.
driving in someone else’s moccasins takes a right turn
Winter is here – I simmered and savored soup today. A simple chicken broth that I will in turn use to make a spicy cabbage soup tomorrow. Blustery weather on its way and happily, I do not have to get up and go anywhere.
a pale sky
tips my hand –
ag ~ January 2013