I have spent the last two weeks alone here in my mother’s apartment. She spent over a week in hospital and is now in rehab. I don’t know for how long. She seems to make progress for a day or two and then something else happens. The place she’s in is one of the saddest places I’ve ever been to. Yesterday while visiting I saw a woman with gray skin. It was surreal. She looked like something from central casting for a sci fi movie. Where the old and infirm Romulans go when the end is near.
I have been swimming and walking when it’s not storming and keeping myself occupied with various projects, cooking delicious food, reading and watching bad TV. I am especially fascinated by this one show on the food channel ( I know, I know!) where the contestants are given a basket of disparate ingredients like: soy sauce, chocolate, cantaloupe and marshmallows, and they have a set amount of time to make a dessert or appetizer etc. What amazes and inspires me is the creativity of these people. Each one comes up with something so completely different from the others and their dishes are wild and delectable. It was with this, make do with what one has in mind that I made my dessert yesterday. I threw some chia date squares, cocoa and walnuts into the food processor and flattened that into a crust. Then I melted a Lindt chocolate bar and added it to some coconut milk and honey and poured it over the crust and let it set in the fridge for a bit. Hallelujah. Scottie, you will love it. For dinner: a lentil, carrot and mushroom soup with a dollop of kale and walnut pesto drizzled with sriracha. OK.
Things I’ve been playing with…
I cut my own hair today. Oh my.
Go forth and make Lemoñade
Well, to everything there is a season, I guess. Oh honey. That dessert sounds wonderful, by the way, and so does your soup. I had some black bean soup yesterday at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere and it left me in despair that I will never be able to replicate it. It was so fine.
I am sorry that you're stuck in Florida. If you're in a reading mood, I suggest that you go to the library and get some of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings short stories to read. At least it will be a window into another world, but one in which you're sort of occupying. Do you know what I mean?
I am sending you love.
ha! I cut my own hair yesterday! Oh my just about describes it…
Maybe after my paddle-boarding lesson today and perhaps a mermaid tattoo at some point in the near future, I'll cut my own hair.
I'm sorry to hear of the awful place that your mother must be in for a bit. How trying for you both. I hope she's better soon and back home —
OH BOG I CUT MY OWN HAIR TODAY
I am an old woman. I am insane. I love you insanely.
Rebecca The Shorn
Sorry to hear of where you Mother is… jeeeeezus I don't want to live that long.
Well, what fun your dessert creating was! sounds deeeelious as does your soup.
You're taking care of yourself and tat's very cool. 😉
Ms Moon, black bean soup…one of my favorites, do not despair! garlic makes everything right.
Honestly, Florida is beautiful, not where I am but I drove to Ocala the other day and that wild beauty is breathtaking as is much of the northern part of the state.
I am very much in a reading mood, I go to the library every other day and I thank you for your recommendation! Books are always welcome.
Sheryl, I'll bet you don't look like your head was chewed.
Elizabeth, you are such a brave soul. paddle boarding and tattoos…cutting your own hair is childs play.
Dear Ms Shorn,
It takes a certain amount of insanity to take those scissors in hand and snip away at your own locks.
How far did you go?
Carolyn, I don't think I want to live that long either if it's in a place like that but who knows what it will feel like to be 85? Will you want to cling to life no matter how awful?
Torn between these two-work & play with my art or nurture & ease my 80 year old sister, as she slowly slips into dementia….?
When I'm with her, I feel that pull to be in my studio and when I'm in my studio, I feel guilt for not being with her.
No resolution, no solution, no way to “fix” her as the deadline approaches for my upcoming show.
I'm not whining and I'm not a martyr….just making choices every day.
I am with you, Yo, every time you post. We all do the best we can, yeah?!
Love you for helping me with your truths….
P.S. “And the Mountains Echoed”…great book…FYI.
Allene, Thank you for stopping to write. We are all doing the best we can and that's all we can do.
ps thank you for the book recommendation. I will look for it next time I go to the library.
Haha, I cut my own hair too! Sometimes, I do a decent job. Other times, not so much. I think I need to trim it up tomorrow.
Sorry about how terrible the rehab place is. It sounds depressing.
The dessert sounds like it would bring me to my knees. I am so sorry your mom is in that sad place.
Angella, Thank you. The dessert is SO GOOD!
TexCyn, Thanks for the sympathy. I know what you mean about trimming it up the next day. I have found it takes me a few days of cutting to get it…sort of right.
Hope yours looks better than mine.