A slow steady rain falls.
Internet service is uncooperative.
Typist receives a reminder text at 9:05 — Egads! She forgot!
Dental cleaning at 10:00.
Instagram Layout refuses to access the phone’s photo album.
Even though Typist’s head is throbbing after her dental cleaning… Nia cracks the whip.
“Stop deliberating the merits of climbing back in bed!” The Muse of Determination’s gaze travels from Cal to Tal before boring into Typist’s weak and whiny recesses.
Thalia pretends to sob like a dramatic gazelle. “But — we hardly got any sleeeeep last night! Annnnnd — *sniff-sniff* — last night’s dinner was ravioli — from a bag! FROM A BAG! We really should focus on pampering ourselves today. Do we have time for a nap before our radiation appointment?”
Cal places her hands on Tal’s dry cheeks and whispers, “She’s not falling for it friend. Let’s just get our love letter written… so we can get on with the day?” She squeezes Tal’s biceps. “C’mon… You’re strong like bull… We got this.”
Words from Typist:
Mama told us there’d be days like this. (Thanks Van Morrison!)
Today I want you to meet Sharon Buckler, a chef extraordinaire, who makes Challah bread, pizza dough, butternut-walnut squash ravioli, tomato soup, and everything else from scratch, with love.
This food loving Typist’s tastebuds were heaven!
Sharon is working toward opening a non-profit, pay-what-you-can restaurant.
Everyone will be able to enjoy her culinary gifts!
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I am 100% positive that I would have eaten some anyway! LOL
Nobody told you there would be days like this, but I have no doubt you rolled with the waves and found joy in the journey.
The images you shared showed much beauty. Beauty in nature. Beauty in food. Beauty in childlike wonder and play. Beauty in a smile.