Captain O my captain / Steer the first mate true / The men they sing a song of fear / Of ghosts of ships that sailed before
Tiredness flows through my veins like a syrup in midwinter. Something lost, something gained. I lost something this weekend, not irretrievable, and gained a peace of mind and security that would come no other way. Time will be the catalyst for our renewal, and once again, I find myself wishing for the weeks to sweep by like a nameless wind. What is this uneasiness inside me? Change, I’m convinced, as I no longer allow myself to dwell upon her image in the contexts of the past. I have a premontion of the difficult days to come, but to paraphrase a question volunteered by a trusted advisor, “What is it worth to me?” Much, more than I know or am aware of, enough to fill an ocean of time with discovery. If only the floodgates were more secure…
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In other news, I’m getting ambitious. I bought some actual meat and Mexican food accessories and I’m going to attempt to make burritos in a few evenings. I don’t particularly like shopping for food. I don’t need 95% of the products on the shelves, and when I do select something, there’s always that fleeting thought that I should have made sure it was the least expensive of its kind. Fabric detergent ain’t cheap, neither.
(shakes her head with partial amusement)
ok, so this fall you are going to take cheap-food 101. Erin and I (and yes, I am volunteering her without her knowledge, shh) will teach you how to make some cheap and healthy foods that take almost no time/preparation. :) Haoba? (good?)
Sounds good to me :o) Be prepared for your share of frustration with my pickness with food, though. I’m working on that, however. Ask Erin :o)
nah, see what we’re gonna do is not tell you what you are eating until you’ve eaten it and admit that it is tasty ;)
(it works with my sister, hehe)