I did not realize I missed baking until I made a loaf of soda bread. Been years.
Hunkered down in the rental, I munch the hot nutty staff of life (pecans, walnuts, sunflower seeds) with raspberry jam. Earlier, I biked for flour, easily missing the deluge the followed. “Isn’t it great?” I smiled at neighbors while pedaling by. The burgeoning rain, I meant, but also the sky. ¡Relámpago! Lightning! Ozone! Thunder!
Plants and animals, all happy as dust washes away. I am in my element. “Stormy Susie,” a relative once called me.
I have been re-reading Anne Tyler; Vinegar Girl is a firm favorite. Pyotr to Kate in response to the ‘catch more flies with honey’ proverb: “But why you would want to catch flies, hah? Answer me that, vinegar girl.”
During the morning grocery run, I also found a liter of already mixed house paint in Vino, a sheeny cerise. One of the best things about aging has been the shifting priorities. Instead of listening to flies moan and groan and criticize, I break out the art supplies and have at it. I have no one to please but my Self.
Books for sale
Letters to Lulu
Romy & Julio
Diary of a Reluctant Traveler: 15 months on the road from coast to coast to coast
Sea Change: stories & splashes
Shoulds are for Saints: the true life adventures of Suzy Le Speed
Dance First …ask questions later: poems & paintings
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