Someday...

When you look at a picture or watch a video of some beautiful, far-off place, does it stir within you a desire to visit that place? To see if for yourself? Or are you content to have seen the image or video, and wonder, in awe of such beauty, from the comfort of your own chair. Now think.... Have you always been this way? When, as a child you read a book, or watched tv and imagined or saw something that drew you in. Did you want to be there? Did you think of being there... going there?

 

What are you going to be when you grow up?

 

I'm going to do that someday.

 

I'm going to go there someday.

 

I'm going to see that for myself someday.

 

I am saddened today by these thoughts as they come from my mind to my fingers. Why? Because today I have come to the realization of my use of the words, "lost", "empty" and "nothing". In retrospect, do I want to type any one of these words in the Search Box on this blog? I may, someday, but I don't want to go there today. I'm already there. My silent tears fill up the well of my soul, for I am, and always have been, complacent in this existence. Someday and all its trappings doesn't exist.

Fine...

Woke up this morning and had a shower. Getting dressed started off well. Underwear, turtleneck... I stopped there. Who was I fooling? I donned an old set of clean red plaid flannel pjs, socks, and then the new tender tootsie bootie slippers that I had received for Christmas. I guess it worked out fine as I ended up taking a nap... or two...

Peace...

The only constant in my life is this deafening silence and ringing in my ears. I feel a weight holding my limbs to the earth. I bow my head as if to pray, but find that it is merely gravity pulling me to the floor.

Merry and bright...

Fifteen years...

Hard to believe she's been gone that long.

Holiday cheer...

"You could see the bright side of a plague."

from

Mixed Nuts

Pretty cool, but hot dang...

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Just an odd thought...

If Japan had not attacked Pearl Harbour, and the chain of events that followed had not taken place, would my parents still have met.

Because...

Just because...

Good lord...

Fleurs et bougies...

...powerful...

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11-13-15

I've always had Paris in my heart, but today, my heart is in Paris.

C 

To honour and remember...

(I had posted this before, but can't find the original video now.)

Beef with zing...

On Sunday night, I decided to make beef stew. I googled recipes and watched several videos, mostly various versions of beef bourgignon. I figured I would start it late so that it could cook on low in the crockpot overnight. I already had onion and carrots chopped up, so it should have been fine. Well.... I found myself browning beef in batches at 1am. I also found that the red wine that I chose, although having been perched at an angle for many years, had a dead, dry cork, which broke apart when I was opening the bottle. Glad that there was a big enough chunk of cork left in so that I could have another go at it, and that it came out fairly clean. I poured a bit into a small wine glass to have a boo, and it was a beautiful deep garnet red. I did not particularly care for the taste, but then, I'm not much of a wine drinker, unless it is on the sweeter side. I ended up not following any recipe in particular, so I had no idea how this would turn out. When I was done, and after cleaning up most of the aftermath, I showered and went to bed, but found that I couldn't sleep. The last time I looked at the clock was 4:33. Crazy.

When I did a taste test Monday morning, it was ... not bad... There was a very unique flavour to it however, that I couldn't place. I hadn't used much salt, had only put in a touch of sage, a little more pepper, but mostly thyme. Today when I heated some up to have with mashed potatoes, the flavour burst out with a zesty zing of some sort. It may well be the best beef stew I've had. I'm guessing the wine had a little something to do with it.
 

That stupid face...

 

Speaking of stupid faces, if anyone happened to visit the blog on Halloween, for just the one day, I had posted my portrait from last year.

Happy Halloween...

Sadness for a smile...

A few weeks ago a boy I went to school with since kindergarten passed away. We were not close friends, but when you grow up in a small town, there are certain things that just are the way they are. A few days later, his father followed him. I have had a song in my head for about a week now and have found myself quietly singing it. Today it almost knocked me sideways when I received word that a boy from high school died yesterday. One thing I remember clearly is his smile.  

 

Music for housecleaning by...

Hadn't been listening to music that much, even though I had loaded five CDs a few weeks ago. So today, with the intent of doing some housecleaning, which is a very rare thing indeed, I turned the player on. A few tracks in... perfect. 

I couldn't remember the name of the song, so I had to take a look. I knew I'd heard a different version somewhere before.

Things keep coming up...

that get me in the feels...

Inspirational...

From the heart...