When I read my ancestors bios, I remember I don't have it that bad, compared with how some of them suffered.
Can't complain about the food this week. Baked a week's worth in advance. Pumpkin bread pudding with peaches and cherries. Spicy potatoes au gratin.
Been eating more greens.
Sipping broths. Life feels better when I eat well.
I wish I had a warm sunny terrace in an old mediterranean hillside. Private and perfumed by orange trees. A small simple pool to swim in. Soft distant clatter of coffee cups and scents of a coffee shop below. A bowl of citrus waiting to be peeled. But first, let me wash my hands in the gurgling ancient fountain in the likeness of a Gorgon Medusa. It smells like old cobbled roads and construction dust. Someone is baking bread. A light breeze blows through the leaves of a palm tree. Swallows fly in and out of their mud nests. I haven't heard a siren all month, because there are no cars here. Our mail is delivered by horse.
wednesday - 2024-01-31