Groceries

I have finally let go of my month of menus. I routinely would check my woman's day month of menus in order to determine what's for dinner. This would consist of visiting the grocery store almost every day. I would try new recipes, spend more than budgeted, and feed my family a variety of strange off-season food. I have yet to delete the month-of-menus from my favorites. What have I taken on instead? Because you know it takes some serious planning and thinking to prepare what's for dinner. I have resorted to the grocery store ads. I am now a member of what is in season. I am moving up the ladder of building and creating my own meals. Have I begun to save money? I find myself visiting the grocery store every weekend instead of a daily routine. With the exception of an occasional visit for a missing ingredient not accounted for. The meals have been healthy with an abundance of left-overs. My mouse is even benefiting from the veggie remains. How does the rest of the world prepare for dinner? Are they a part of the month-of-menus planners? Do they eat the same box of mac and cheese every other day? Are they fortunate enough to not have to cook? What is your secret?

Torn Down Old House

It has finally been torn down. What is missing? The old house. A long time ago, in my dream, there was an old house. It sat on a slight incline with neighbors not so close. It was a large house with many floors. I have been in this house. Climbed the stairs. Peered out windows. I felt good when I visited this house. Does it exist? In my mind. However, last night when I revisted the old house, it was gone. Torn down. Eliminated. All that was left was rubble, dug up dirt, large trash containers to collect memories. In my dream, as I walked past the old house I remembered how I felt when I first saw it. I could feel the warmth from the sun as it opened up the spot the house once sat. When I woke this morning I realized something was missing...the torn down old house.

Those Among Us

Have you ever wondered what the background of people is that we mingle with on a daily basis? There are, I'm sure, mentally unstable folk, happy butts, homicidal strangers, and/or sad creatures. What if constant interaction with these specific humans causes one to become or partake in the aforementioned behaviors? Should we constantly be on guard for their flying words or erradic thoughts? Is it safe to transport them in our vehicles or allow them to dine at lunch with us? In what category shall I classify my self? In what roll of the dice are these chosen ones going to plague our existence? With each step one takes in a day, they must look around and become aware of the bodies and creatures that exist. Who next will step into my office, flip the coin, spew tongue and then leave...

Coffee

Flavorful, aromatic, harsh...What a joy! Bitter, stagnant, pungent...What an addiction? Take it black? Add some milk? Sugar-free? Ceramic mug, Styrofoam cup, travel mug? What is your fancy? Half full or filled to the brim? I prefer, pottery mug with a bit of half-and-half with no stir. A start to a good day.

Donuts

Round sugary bundles of forgiveness. The aroma fills my office. Coffee tastes freshly brewed and harvested in combination with the fluffiness of dough. Being shared with those who vowed to cut back on sweets for the new year. Licking your lips later to find a remnant of savored icing. Donuts...oh how lovely...to be shared...never enough.