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Thursday, May 13, 2010


How quickly it turns. Something you want, you hope for and are delighted about when you get it. And then like a much anticipated guest who doesn't leave, your favor turns to disdain. May has been wet and cold. The rain which made me so happy has turned me into a world class grump. I'm cold and my arthritis hurts. That is a sentence I would never have imagined writing even a few years ago. Time has marched on and I do believe it has marched right over my knuckles. *sigh*

I am going to pick myself up out of this chair and do something today. I don't know what yet, but something. I have been doing a lot of chopping these past few days. There really is nothing like fresh produce, the only thing better is when it comes from your own garden. We are months away from that, so what I buy has to do.

I wish I had something to say. I don't though. The mind, like the body, needs to be fed and my mind has been on a hunger strike for some time now. Did I hear somewhere that broccoli is brain food? I think so, I hope so. I have another nice bunch of it to feed my gray cells with. I think I should leave now, as all I have to contribute is mindless ramblings from a dieting mind. I'll be back when the sun makes its' return. *sigh*


  1. Oh the rain. Endless, soggy, cold, damp, gray. I'm about to crack. Steel cut oats in mid May, not my usual breakfast. Almost made pancakes! I agree about the produce. I went to a grocery store filled with amazing things and bought purple cauliflower, brocccoli and baby red potatoes and that was my dinner last night. All this wintery food in May, but it is what I crave. I hear rumors of sunlight by Saturday. I'm itching to work in the yard, which will be mud for a week. Hang in there and happy chopping.

  2. Rain, rain, go away, come again another day!

  3. I feel your pain about the rain.... but what can you do? The sun will eventually come out.
    I like broccoli! How do you like them best? I cook them, I cook the pasta in the same water I cooked the broccoli in. I continue with the broccoli on some olive oil and garlic, add the pasta and Parmesan cheese (you can add a few anchovies if you like them). Buon apetito.

  4. I had hope this morning, but got half way around the block with the dog... and the rains came.

    flip flopped months I guess.

    Yesterday was a pot of homemade minestrone , today, lentil and sausage maybe. Cozy comforts for the wet soccer folk.

  5. Gee - I feel guilty enjoying our beautiful sunshine here. Temps are quite cool - almost down to freezing at night - but the sun does lighten the heart.

  6. A cat brought me crashing down yesterday & the only thing at all in my mind is how much I hurt! It's not fair. I don't feel old ~ until something like this happens ~ &then my body tells me all about it.

  7. The rain is done for now, the sun is out and all is well in the world once again.

    I'm sorry you got caught up in kittens Ganeida. It is a sorry thing, this getting older.


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