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Urania scrolled the comments from yesterday’s love letter. “It seems.. some of our readers have an ardent distaste for rhubarb.”
“But… why?” Thalia was standing on her head. Her heels rested against the patio doors. “It’s so beautiful… with its regal greens and reds. Just look at those crinkly leaves… scalloped like one of my favorite skirts.”
“Rhubarb is very tart,” Cal offered. “I suspect the aversion has more to do with taste than appearance.”
“Well… Have they tried Typist’s rhubarb squares with their yummy shortbread crust and a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream?” Thalia asked. “I’m sure it would sway their opinion… Or, scones! Typist’s crumbly rhubarb scones made with cornmeal!”
“To each — his or her own,” said Cal. “As the saying goes… There are many desserts in the top lit display case… or books on the library shelves. Embrace the ones that intrigue you, or that you love. Leave the rest for somebody else.”
A word from Typist:
Wisconsin has catapulted into 80 degree temperatures. The past two mornings I have walked without any covering on my bald head. The breeze on my bare scalp feels amazing! Without C, I’d never have experienced the pleasure.
Also, flittering around like a baby bird opened the door to connection with one of my neighbors who called out to me, “I’m in the same boat as you!”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“I have colon cancer,” he replied.
Over the exuberant barking of our fourlegs, we talked for a few minutes about our respective challenges. What’s life without challenges?
Other news that seems relatable…
In a conversation with a friend this week he mentioned that he had real work to do after a weekend of deep connection with family.
I asked, “Isn’t building and maintaining deep relationships your real work?” He agreed that it is… and sometimes there is payment involved.
What is your real work?
One more thing…
The muses and I are over the moon at the blossoming conversations happening in comments. Thank you!