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This meal I put together has to be one of the more pleasant shocks I've encountered lately. It's a brown rice dish with fresh scallions, turmeric, salt, pepper, canola oil, and some commercial white spaghetti sauce. The crowning touch was the fresh pineapple I had in the refrigerator. Even I manage to come up with something tasty once in a while.
The reason I thought of putting the pineapple in the mix happened because of a cooking show I watched on PBS. They have a lot of cooking shows and run every single one of them at least twice a day or more. This female chef has a saying she rattles off frequently on her show, "Cook what you got in the house."
That's why I used the pineapple. If I hadn't used it today I'll probably have had to throw it away due to aging. Instead, it made the difference in what would otherwise be not much to sneeze at.
I composed a new poem this morning. In it I expressed a deep understanding about what happens to old women. I sent a copy to several people. One of them was my youngest brother who lives next door, and we've kept up with each other's artistic efforts since we both got out of the service.
My brother was in the Air Force and I was in the Navy. I'm eight years older than him. We both completed our service to the country over thirty years ago. He's written several books and sells them over the internet. I've never submitted anything for publication. I got a phobia about that. Either I'm afraid of failure or success or I write for the glory of God. Who knows?
I do. I hope my die I do.
Here's the very short and not-so-sweet poem:
The Crystallization Of Christine
Not nothing or nobody
is gonna make you adorable
as you once were
because impregnable.
Get over it already.
There's a better way.
" So, I got this bridge in Brooklyn,
see, and you just might..."
fmp, October 2, 2010
Edited Today
Key West, Florida used to be what seemed like the perfect place for late-stage cougars to come and have their last hurrah. Maybe it was long past time for them to participate in orgies and gang bangs to celebrate their exit from being baby factories. A rustic like me who had been vigorous brainwashed about being faithful to one woman, get their sincerity and trust crushed to see these women gleefully handed from man to man and obviously loving it.
A Sophie Tucker quote influenced my thinking about women approaching and going through their own trials and tribulations associated with menopause:
“From birth to age 18, a girl needs good parents, from 18 to 35 she needs good looks, from 35 to 55 she needs a good personality, and from 55 on she needs cash.”
As stark as that might seem, it's better for aging women in the U.S. than ever before.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
