Today's the day I'm gonna write my 700-word story on May is Mental Health Awareness Month for the Intell. As a procrastinatory maneuver, I wrote a poem about the Lilac.
I've gotta hurry b/c I'm going to a free movie at my library called Moneyball with Brad Pitt. I know zero about it, but I can always leave if it's no good. PS - I'd already seen it, so I left after 7 minutes.
Debbie, the fishmonger, suggested I buy 5 per person, and she was right. I cooked it with peppers, onions, mushrooms, fresh thyme and basil from the garden, Riesling wine, fresh lime juice and served it over a bed of Barillo whole wheat spaghetti.
We also had roasted asparagus, generously rolled in olive oil - oh, the asparagus just loved that - 450 in the oven - when done I sprinkled it with Parm cheese.
They even enjoyed going down our gullets, their purpose in life.
I had two bowls of the coffee ice cream and vanilla ice cream.
As a person with diabetes, I biked after they left for 20 minutes. In the morning my sugar level was normal.
We had such great conversations! The importance of a colonoscopy, great teachers, a good nite's sleep. Rich falls asleep listening to audio tapes. I usually read myself to sleep until I hear myself snoring or the book drops onto my chest.
Scott and I gave the Fleishers a tour of our garden, which is doing very well. We had lovely rains off n on yesterday, so we don't have to water OR clean the two bird baths.
Am sitting here on my red couch with the screen door letting in the huge racket of the birds.
This little bird here was sitting atop my railing. His chest was puffed up as he trilled incessantly. Once when I was psychotic, I could understand what the birds were saying.
fell sick with exhaustion,
reclining on her golden divan
she blew bubbles through
swarms encircled her
purple as the firmament
to her surprise – and yes, Creators
have feelings - each bubble became a bud
flooded with her sweet breath
this is the Creation Myth of
the high-born lilac.
Another Creator, Walt Whitman
awakened the world to its
“Look at me
Have your coffee and croissant
Life is fleeting