A cool, but bright sunrise this morning. Chocolate macaroons with coffee on the table. Some ker plunk plunk banjo playing on the puck. Another go-to-town day for me. Hopefully this will be the last trip for a while. Eyeglasses for me, gas for the mower. Drop off a couple of old computer cases at a computer shop that rebuilds them into student grade PC’s …
The inner turmoil has eased today after the horrors of a synagogue bombing only to be replaced with bitter cynicism. One of the elderly victims survived the holocaust only to be taken out by a Jew hating loon. She was very old and a real threat to him, apparently. Five will get you ten that the loon thought he would be a hero and be lauded by legions of oppressed people. It makes me want to be there when it dawns on him that the world thinks of him as a tragic flake that needs to be put down like a sick animal.
And all my friends whom I have not returned calls to … I will return them! Honestly. I just didn’t know that so many things were going to crop up all at once. After my trip to town, I’ll mow the jungle that has sprung up around my house after the long fall rains. Then my week will return to its normal idle reverie.
Got all the fixings for an eggs benedict brunch this week. Kosher style, of course. Maybe mid-week. I am about three meals behind with my cooking duties and thought maybe I would catch up with some morning brunches. Snooks doesn’t care, as long as she doesn’t have to meal plan.
And so the day unfolds.
Perfect coffee, perfect cookies, and glorious noise for the bird.