i miss the web. i can’t blog. there’s no internet when you need one. this is no way to mull over on the sad spirals of adulthood. the cafeteria keys are simply too hard. figuring out priorities includes more than mere heart and soul, mere backbones. my dad’s health– sustaining it is like sliding the elaborate cascade of the minnows. i’ll solve the puzzle somehow. it’s an arduous task at present.
at least there are blessings. the family. the friends. the writing. now, the cooking. i know in the world of the rachael rays and the martha stewarts amongst those who are too domesticated for comfort i’m still me. the little person with nary a culinary sensibility. it’s the emily dickinson analogy. but slowly i’m synthesizing. bobby flay, where art thou?
oh no, my hubby is bobby flay.
later, the fluff at work.
