April 25th, 2016
As per usual nothing stays on an even keel around here. The sun was out the temperatures increased, away we went into SPRING !!! back we plunged, the temperatures dropped. We headed in the other direction. This morning one could if you huffed, and puffed see your breathe. BACK we are back, to below conventional. I am familiar with this tooing and froing and you my dear and gentle readers come along for the ride or the read in this case.
Just to illuminate and make clear that I am not the only one who is it seems a, time traveler! The events that form the story goes as and it was as follows:
Witness as, I informed a cousin it was not Thursdays, the second T day of the week. (I will you be pleased to know got the recycling into the neighbor green bag as per unusual procedures.) Informed her of her place in the space time continuum, and her traveling thru time. Her response was
“yes i am perfectly aware of that …that memo was one i wrote yesterday and forgot to click send …got on this morning and was going to send an explanation … good morning to you too …” thus the droll and witty story may have gotten lost, but is not, you will be relived to know, AND is as follows: . .
The email with the header Thursday, was sent thru cyber space actually a day after it was written, but not, please note sent, but did in fact arrive, the next day, that would be Friday
“ I used your very funny story telling them about my awesome cousin Linda (that would be MOI) helping the Syrian ‘s get their heat back (fridge fixed, desks moved, clothes dropped off) …I got just the same tone of franticness and funniness (here I was thinking I was calm and cool AND collected) that you wrote in your blog (that would be the daily diatribe) they appreciated it (and why not I say) …one lady said that the daddy was probably thinking that he should get his brother or uncle to ask this amazing Canadian lady to marry him ……I told them you faced all things with determination until the problem was solved “ (It is genetic, this determination and it seem writing styles.)
The refugees are well, and think I am a little bird that must be fed every time I set foot in their now very overheated apt. Resistance is futile. Food, in the end, in our own tradition, is something holy. It’s not about nutrients and calories. It’s about sharing. It’s about honesty. It’s about identity. Louise Fresco, Moi and Lucy (who loves her food too)