Sweet soul day
I found a writing class. I’m going to try and sign up on Tuesday… I have to find a new blogspot for the writing.
Here? Well, I’ve been eating all too well lately, savoring my food with appreciation. I live a good life, I enjoy wonderful food. Recent events have me in a spin, fighting really, that temptation to fall into the abyss, (I’m NOT going there anymore, NOT), and trying to notice the good parts of my life. Noticing them, I am. I am asking my senses to wake up, and of course, taste is such a big sense. I love how we eat at home, how we cook and appreciate every bit of what we do, how we live in an area with so many different cultures, and so many wonderful places to experience the food of these cultures. I am loving my bowls and my pots and my pans. I do have excellent things! Now, how to be this way, love these things without becoming the third Fat Lady!
So. Wore the size 12 capris from my week-end in July with our daughter in Virginia. They’re snug. My face is as round as ever. I still have quite a nice bum, though!
But my boobs are just too big, and the whole top half of me is that of a hearty well fed Dutch farm girl. Bloody ‘ell. Despite my philosophical leanings to understand what life is about, what it means, I still have a strong sense of vanity. Can you have both? Does the universe allow this?
My mum and I drove up to Cold Spring(s?), a cute little town on the Hudson river in Putnam County, New York. Oy Vey, lovely town with gorgeous old buildings and antique stores. About 8 miles before Cold Springs, on the 9D North, I saw a hand lettered cardboard sign “Tag Sale”. I screeched to a stop. Just checking Mum! Stay here. I bought a brown stoneware (about 3qts) Pfaltzgraf bowl (breaking up a set, how sad) for $5. I bought 3 broaches for $1 each, a fake pearl circle, a big blue stone set in fake marquesite, and a sterling silver cat. I also bought a $3 Claddaugh ring, sterling silver, made in Ireland (so the claim on the inside), for my daughter R, of the Roseannie perfume. When I climbed back into the car, I immediately pinned the pearl circle on my mum’s scarf. She was so chuffed, you would have thought it was real pearls. There was also a ceramic paella bowl thing there for $6 that I coveted but did not buy. I chatted with the sellers. The woman who was in charge told me she was having to sell her home. I said I hoped it was for a happy reason, but she did not reply.
My mother and I went on to Cold Spring, and walked around, had lunch and chatted to people. My mom had a lovely time, so she tells me. I didn’t buy a single thing there, the prices were too far out of my range. On the way back home, we passed the tag sale, and I almost caused a traffic accident (sorry, I am a shit driver) as I tried to stop and turn in. I bought the paella bowl, asked after a second Claddaugh ring I had seen and traded macaroni and cheese recipes with a man from Maine who said he also used the paella bowl as a wonderful mac & cheese bowl. I spent a grand total of $16 at the tag sale and came home as happy as can be.
Tonight’s salad was prepared in the Pfalzgraf dish, and I roasted potatoes and onions in the paella dish. I polished the Claddaugh ring and gave it to Roseannie.
You won’t know this, but Roseannie has her own special smell, I call it Roseannie perfume. It is a “just there”, not very strong, slightly sweet and gentle smell that I’ve always noticed about her. Well guess what? Maya the puppy has it too. It’s just by her soft ears and across the top of her head. I figured it out. This is the smell of a sweet soul.
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