I made myself pancakes this morning. Whole wheat, oat pancakes rolled up with strawberry jam filling. Ever since was a little girl I have preferred jam in my pancakes. There is no love loss when I am out of maple syrup. Its the jam and preserves that take over the door of my fridge not the sticky golden nectar.
With a stack of the hot, golden wonders I push aside a tower of the books and note books that litter the coffee table. Putting my ever present cup of Earl Gray down on a coaster I slide the plate out of the other and it steams next to my key board. NPR is streaming through my lap top telling me about today's good, bad and ugly as I take a pancake and smear a generous amount of strawberry jam down the middle. I roll it up in my fingers and eat every one just the same.
With a pancake in one hand and Earl Gray in the other I wonder silently to myself, "Why is it that I have never made pancakes for just me until now?" Well the fact of it is, this is my first pancake morning alone and since I make the best pancakes I have ever had I don't think this is going to be the last.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Letter, To Chiuaua Owner
(I run into a few characters while I am out and about in sunny California and this man and his dog caught my attention.)
Dear Chiuaua Puppy Owner,
Your Chiuaua is the cutest puppy I have seen in years. (I should know as I regularly check a website called cuteoverload.com.) I was taken by our brief glance. Your puppies bright, black eyes meeting mine, in the double left hand turn lane off of Fremont. Its little damp nose streaking your minivans window as you struggle to keep it from jumping on the dash was a heart warming moment I will not soon forget.
You also looked over for a moment and I have to say that I was taken by you too. Your clean shaved head in concert with your long, dark brown beard that swept at the collar of your rock'n'roll t-shirt that was in turn engulfed by a black leather vest was something to behold. As if you could not have planned your look any better the tattooed sleeves that so colourfully covered your arms must have extended up your neck because more of it was dangerously close to your left ear. Ah! That left ear that held the gold earring that just made the look complete.
The wonderful contrast of one of the largest, most menacing looking men I could ever begin to describe. With the tiniest, cutest Chiuaua puppy squirming in your overly large tattooed arms. While franticly licking your face as you drove will make not only my night, but perhaps my week.
Kind Regards,
Fidelia
Dear Chiuaua Puppy Owner,
Your Chiuaua is the cutest puppy I have seen in years. (I should know as I regularly check a website called cuteoverload.com.) I was taken by our brief glance. Your puppies bright, black eyes meeting mine, in the double left hand turn lane off of Fremont. Its little damp nose streaking your minivans window as you struggle to keep it from jumping on the dash was a heart warming moment I will not soon forget.
You also looked over for a moment and I have to say that I was taken by you too. Your clean shaved head in concert with your long, dark brown beard that swept at the collar of your rock'n'roll t-shirt that was in turn engulfed by a black leather vest was something to behold. As if you could not have planned your look any better the tattooed sleeves that so colourfully covered your arms must have extended up your neck because more of it was dangerously close to your left ear. Ah! That left ear that held the gold earring that just made the look complete.
The wonderful contrast of one of the largest, most menacing looking men I could ever begin to describe. With the tiniest, cutest Chiuaua puppy squirming in your overly large tattooed arms. While franticly licking your face as you drove will make not only my night, but perhaps my week.
Kind Regards,
Fidelia
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