I’m beyond exhausted. My last two posts for Psychology Today delved deep. The latest took me a week to write. I kept thinking that some people would have a book written in that time.
The editors chose both as “essential reads” and yes I am proud.
I looked up “lucky” foods and on New Years Eve made salmon, kale, collard greens, spinach and blacked eye peas for dinner. Only one of those foods isn’t an everyday food for me so it was a little disappointing. Until I realized that means I eat for luck every day. And I am very lucky. I get to walk five miles on the beach every day except on days like yesterday when I swear it was raining things, not just rain. The air was filled with dirt, leaves and more. I’ve never seen a rain like that before.
On Saturday night we had torrential lightening. It was incredibly beautiful and yes I felt lucky to see it. Though old friend who called sorry I was so distant. Writing non stop for weeks with massive rain coming–makes me want to curl up on a couch or daybed and wait for the lightening. Then I run from room to room to see where the best lightening’s coming from.
I bought a three person swing with cushions and cover at Kroger. Eldon put it together. It’s on the downstairs deck and I can spend endless hours swinging as fast as I can. Well not endless hours as it makes me dizzy but in a good way. Then I let myself fall asleep on it. Had to force myself inside when it began raining because as much as I love watching lightening I prefer to be indoors.
I usually walk with a friend and we end up at one of North Myrtle’s few beach bar/restaurants. It has live music–not shag music usually–and I finally feel as if I’m in a real tropical beach town.
All this is a long way of saying I put copies of all the sentences, paragraphs, pages I don’t use in my PT articles here. A friend–the one I was accidentally and regrettably aloof to on Saturday is archiving Courting. When I was going through the posts I put in a Blogger blog I couldn’t believe some of the lines I have come up with.
And now there’s a swing I haven’t been on in a couple of hours. I think I’m turning my house into an amusement park for me.
Pish Pah and balderdash. It was a rude intrusion by me. Have gotten distracted the past few days with a few other things that needed immediate attention. Haven’t been able to say that in a long time, not used to the concept of busy. But not to fret, have been able to find some time to do some structural organization work that will be very beneficial to you, I hope. Staying focused and plan to do some more over the weekend. What kind of vittles are ya’ll fixin’ for that Hebrew supper that I saw in that Mel Gibson movie?
Wasn’t rude. I was but anyway…..
CLo suggested that I call her sister, Lucia, in NY and have her go to Zabars as I was going to order food from them but the S&H is pricey–CLo loves Jewish food–more than I do. Lucia could send it much cheaper
But Lucia’s pit Marla has been sick–she’s better now and Lucia’s been running to the vet everyday after work and I don’t want to intrude
However a friend here has Jewish friends in Myrtle Beach who own a fish store so she’s taken it upon herself to find foods. No way can I make homemade gefilte fish which is the only kind worth eating and changes everybody’s mind on gefilte fish–it’s nothing like the jarred
I might have a Passover barbeque. Which isn’t quite Kosher but the foods might be sorta–salmon instead of chicken or maybe both!
The NYT has a recipe for matzo brei which makes it more architectural than the hodgepodge it usually is. When I was a companion for the feline Princling , living with Rachel the Ruthless, RtR used to tell horror stories about Passover; the despised honey cake, noodle kugel and Coca Cola pot roasts. But the worst of it,according to Rachel the Ruthless, were those “lesser” relatives, the ones not of Germany but from shtetls far, far to the east who would show up. And of course the Mogan David Blackberry Kosher wine conviently located next to Thunderbird and other swill. So I would cook a ham for that other holiday about some 2000 year old Jew on a stick. So, that is how I kept everyone happy during the holiday season.
Noodle kugel isn’t served on Passover–noodles; matzoh kugel which is very different and delicious is and I’ll make it. Honey cake, yuck. Pot Roast well I don’t eat meat so I have no opinion on. Though at this moment I’m craving it
My theory of why there are fewer Jewish alcoholics? Grow up on honey Manischevitz or Mogan David and the last thing you want to do is drink! Of course they have good Kosher wine now so old rules…plus my generation and my father’s entire family never played by the rules so…
Well, okay maybe the noodle kugel was with the High Holy Days. Rachel the Ruthless did not like to dwell on such dark memories. Yes, they do have great kosher wine these days, but that is not what trauma is made of . Incidentally, the only Passover I have ever been to was one in Salt Lake City when I was at the U of Utah in 1974. I found the hidden matzoh! I only remember a conversation about the swim team, sheets of Visqueen, Mazola cooking oil, co-eds and a potent drink called witches brew. The swim team did not know I existed- Cinderfegela
Congratulations on your PT posts! I love watching a good electrical storm and I also like kale, collards and spinach, but never eat them in the same meal. There is an Ethiopian restaurant near here that fixes wonderful spiced collards.
Gut Yontiff Pia.
I didn’t know you made collard greens and black-eyed peas! My mom always makes those for New Year’s Day.
Rain always seems harder and lightning more vivid on the coast.