Well happy St. Patrick’s Day, dear reader(s), Lily roused me awake this morning, leaving me a present of copious amounts of dog poo in the parlor to clean up. Sheesh. I’ve looked over my recipes for today, and I don’t think I’ll have too much trouble pulling the feast together, as long as I get the timing correct. Make the Irish Soda Bread first, then the Corned Beef and Cabbage, and finally the Horseradish Sauce to bring it altogether. I am though feeling kinda sluggish this morning, pass the coffee, let’s get this Little Engine That Could rolling down the tracks, and all that.
I had a very interesting session with Fetter yesterday, discussing deep matters like physics, then a dive into Plato and Aristotle, with a flash forward to Republicans vs. Democrats. I remembered some of the political theory teachings I received when I was studying Government at Smith, but definitely needed Fetter tying everything together to today’s modern times. I shared with mom some of the things we had discussed, and ended up persuading her to order a copy of C. Wright Mill’s “The Power Elite,” so she could get some insight of the machinations of the corporate, political and military agendas in America. Dear mom, she’s trying so hard to understand, and I guess I am too (though I actually just prefer getting into a meaty dialogue with someone).
It’s gray skies today with rain, I’m not sure if this is gonna pass by so the sun can emerge or not…temps are in the 40s, which I guess is OK. I think of everyone going on Spring Break to warmer places and I get kinda jealous, but I know to keep that in check and just find gratitude in what I’ve got here in Ohio. Michael and I are short on funds but we are able to be at home with one another, so I guess I’m glad about that. I have to remember that every time we have traveled in the past, I relapsed and inevitably went nuts and ended up in the nut hatch. I guess I’m just meant to stay at home, at least until I can firmly get a strong sobriety mindset in place. And I’m working on that, so good for me.
Pandora is playing blues on the jazz station, Christmas carols too, not sure what’s going on, maybe it’s time to switch to YouTube and take over the musical selections? Not sure what I’m in the mood for, something to lift my spirits, or rather energize me for this day of creating in the kitchen. I wish my art studio in the attic was ready, I’d work on the mosaic I want to do of mom’s tea cup contrasted with my broken shards I have found in the alleys around here. I’ve found a small piece of wood I can affix everything to—Fetter suggested cutting a round hole for the tea cup to fit halfway through, but I’m not sure I have the appropriate jig saw to accomplish that. Plus I don’t want “mom” rammed through a hole, stuck, I think (or rather hope) she’s free of such a situation, maybe through my messy existence and support.
Well that’s it for today, Happy St. Patrick’s Day, wherever you are, stay safe and all that. Here’s to family, friends and food! Cheers.
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