Linda gives us a “point and shoot” prompt today and I ended up with caramels from the novel Manhattan Beach by Jennifer Egan. I’m about 8% done and enjoying it. The protagonist’s father is describing how it was to grow up poor and steal candy.
I ate a lot of caramels in high school. They were sold in convenient packs of five for like a dollar. Sometimes I’d buy two packs. I had lunch right before Phys Ed in senior year, and it was nice to stick a pack in my pocket to have something to munch on while other people were doing sports. Obviously, I was supposed to be participating in sports too, but meh.
I went through a caramel apple phase. I liked to get those round wraps at the store, cover my apple and zap. They weren’t as good as the ones from candy stores though. My daughter worked at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory for a while, and they had incredibly delicious caramel apples with fancy decorations. Haven’t been back for a long time.
The sweet/salty bliss of crunchy caramel popcorn is a welcome treat. I especially love the kind that has big globs of caramel plus nuts too. Mmm…
Haven’t had any for ages. It’s a nice snack while reading a book, which is where I began this post.
First thing, we come up with a cute name like beach-kitty or butterfly-candy. Nope, taken. Okay, how about miz_write? Clever, isn’t it? But no, they suggest miz_write473 or miz_write_taco or miz_write_aardvark. Wow, are there really 472 miz_writes? I try miz_wryte1 and they accept that. Now, to choose a photo and a font and a format and a tagline. I go with a library motif but soon decide it’s too boring. Then I do cupcakes, but they look childish. Besides, my main “thing” is not baking. Wouldn’t want to mislead anyone. Okay, sunsets obviously! I do my theme in sunset with complementary colors. OMG SO PRETTY! I’m very happy with this whole dealio even if it did take me three years to decide on everything. But wait! Now all my friends have moved to another site. Fine, I’ll go there too.
What goes up Must come down, Or so I’ve heard– Like butterflies and birds, Soufflés and expectations. Yet clouds float on and on, And rainbows go round and round. You can’t count The grains of sand; Likewise, my love expands To fill the galaxies. This infinite love for my children, And their children, Is as uncountable as the stars, Immeasurable, Timeless, Endless.
Standing in the corner used to be a punishment in the old days. Sometimes Mom would make you go stand in the corner and stare at the wall. I guess we were supposed to think about the bad thing we allegedly did and feel remorse. OH NO NOT THE CORNER! The blank white wall had no distractions to keep us from knowing we were bad. BAD! Not like the flawless wall. And that 90 degree angle was always so judgmental. Look how perfect I am, preened the corner. All day, every day, I do my job and keep these two walls in line so the ceiling can stay on and voila here’s a room, which connects to other rooms to make a house. A house where you’re safe from rain and snow and tigers and dinos and monsters from the deep. Do I quit my job when I get bored? Nope. I just stay right here, as I should. But what do you do when you’re bored? Fling your toys all over, smack your sister, feed noodles to the dog… Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You should be. Go apologize to Mom and help her clean up. That’s a good kid. I’ll be here next time. And forever. Unless, you know, there’s a bomb or an earthquake or something.
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me a long time to understand that this too, was a gift.” ~ Mary Oliver
This is one of my favorite quotes. I used it to preface one of my poetry collections and I muse over these words occasionally. It’s not easy to think of darkness and pain as a gift… it takes time, a long time usually.
I was given a box of pain near the end of 2016 and it engulfed my soul in darkness. Since I didn’t know what else to do, I wrote about it. I penned scads of poetry. I started Ghosted in November 2017. I kept writing more and more and more, probably my best work. Better than my best. I’ve received more compliments on my writing in the last few years than ever before. Readers can feel the emotions in my words and know I’m being real. I think so anyway.
The key to my success is a combination of patience and love. My birdseed brings all the chicks to the yard and they make their clever nests in my trees. I’ve become known as the crazy bird lady and I don’t mind a bit because my bird-cams bring in the big bucks. People watch for hours, totally magnetized, as the baby chicks hatch from their eggs, nom up bugs brought by their mommies, and haltingly learn to fly. Now especially with so many children learning at home, I can charge triple for the ads.
Here’s the story 🎶 Of a lovely mini, Which was designed to flaunt very lovely legs. Some of them Were avocado, Like the fridge where you would store your eggs.
It’s the story Of a skirt named maxi Which was created to flow down to the floor. These were two skirts Hanging in my closet, But there was room for more…
And then one day a designer had a brainstorm— And he knew that it would generate the green. ’Twas a new skirt not long yet not shortie, But a clever fashion statement in between! The midi skirt, the midi skirt, that’s the way they produced the midi skirt! 🎶
Thanks to The Brady Bunch theme song writers Frank De Vol and Sherwood Schwartz for inspiration.
Milk was the last thing I put in my fridge. I’m not having cookies… but I did nom up some PB cups earlier. Yum! I took out the milk to splash in my tea and then put it back. Black tea with orange spice is my tea of choice at the mo, and I do drink it at night, though I’ll switch to herbal for my last cup of the day, around 10pm. Caffeine does not affect my sleep. In general, I don’t have insomnia ~ but it can take me a while to wind down. Other times, I’m completely sleepy by 11pm. And I will get up early even when I go to bed late. Usually, I’ll sleep solidly once I’m out unless Gatsby starts howling like a maniac. 🐈⬛
Not everyone puts milk in tea. I didn’t use to, but then in my 20s plain tea began to make me queasy, especially on an empty tummy. So does coffee. Easy fix: add milk! But there are a lot of choices. I tried to like non-dairy milk, but I failed. (At work, I have Coffee Mate.) In tea, nonfat milk tastes best, but in coffee I like whole milk or even half & half. However, the fattier milks in tea are gross. I compromise with 2%, since I’m not buying 2 different kinds of milk for one person. Two percent is also best on the rare occasions I eat cold cereal.