Monday Musings

Today was spent with the four page newsletter that Comcast, or someone in cyber space did not deliver to the president of the org for which I was doing it. I should have called her last night but I got busy, and thought she was too, since she did not respond to the email. Well, she did. I got it this morning. The time on her email said 4 PM yesterday. The last time I checked last nite was around 11 PM. I don't know what is going on out there, but we agreed to phone when we send important documents just in case the powers that be mis-deliver again.

I also did Laundry and I cooked up a storm. The photo today is of my new soup tureen, purchased after Thanksgiving last year for a smidgen of its original price. I have used it to make the soups I cook look good. Presentation is important even if your only diner is yourself. I guess that is part of being good to oneself. And occasionally someone stops in and they get a special meal from a special dish. Today's soups are: Cabbage (not yet a soup, but the cabbage got cooked anyway) and Chicken Rice with a touch of lime juice.

That is what is in the tureen and it tastes better than it looks, and it really does not look bad. If I wanted I would have added some kind of thickener, but I have become convinced that clearish soups are best. I could have run the rice through a blender and gotten a healthy cream that way, but this is great. Filling, and tasty. AND the tureen goes from fridge to microwave to table, with no trouble. It also goes in the dishwasher. Good purchase.

And Lastly, I gleaned this from a most depressing poem about getting older, that was meant to be a light look at aging. I removed all of the parts about not eating right, and not letting things matter that should matter. Someone sent this by email to me along with a whole bunch of cutesy pictures. Sometimes I wonder, if we really gain from our aging. I hope we do.


Getting older:

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world
too soon; before they understood the great freedom
that comes with aging.

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of
the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep
over a lost love .........I will.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you lose a loved
one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's
beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what
give us strength and understanding and compassion.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive.
You care less about what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, I like being old. It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.
I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here,
I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
This last is a freedom not recommended for diabetics! Although in small portions it could be OK.