Viral Gratitude ~ 4.14.20

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. 

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chocolate on my tongue bittersweet

Viral Gratitude ~ 4.6.20

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.

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during the storm
each day a different cup
out of the cupboard
a porcelain pattern
and her floral bouquets

 

Right-On-Red Road Rage

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.

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driving in someone else’s moccasins takes a right turnIMG_3687