It’s really dawning on me what a “pool of peace” my little Ernest Hemingway Room is. The large window is like a picture frame for the palm fronds rustling outside and the blue sky beyond, colors that fit harmoniously with the light khaki walls. Birds are singing. Awakened early again, at 4 AM, and made the coffee–Mello Joy Dark Roast this time, my favorite, of course. Grounds are like black velvet. Luxuriated in bed with coffee for a little while, then tackled the disaster of a kitchen, freezer and refrigerator, but at an unhurried pace. Have resolved this new year not to buy any groceries until I use up everything on hand unless I absolutely have to, so…there was a good portion of fresh cabbage left from the soup; I had frozen broccoli, spring peas, fresh baby carrots, onions so I made a ground turkey version of my own shepherd’s pie–baking it with the carrots, broccoli, peas and seasonings and it absorbs the flavor of the veggies and is really quite good. I’m cooking a pot of cabbage surprise–potatoes, lean, low-sodium sausage, onion, baby carrots that already has a beautiful pot liquor and is filling the house with a fine, smoky, country smell. I always drop at least three nuts still in their shells like walnuts or pecans into cabbage and it really cuts that cabbage odor that linger, right now, just smells delicious here.
Want to finish “Blue Labyrinth” today, and then start on the others now that the bulk of the necessary housework is done. The storm door and windows are all filled with bright soft light and the sounds of birds and breezes come wafting in; this is such a home of peace.
I plan to watch the Super Bowl and I do feel I will hold my nose and root for the Seahawks. They used to have the prettiest uniforms now they’re just ghastly. There’s an interesting story about one of the Seahawks whose girlfriend’s baby is due tomorrow. The question has been posed, should he play or stay near her? I can’t decide on any grounds to tell him what to do, but I do know that if I were in the same situation as a woman I would desperately want my husband with me but as a woman I would tell him to go play the game. How many women gave birth while their husbands were away working or fighting a war? I know the Super Bowl doesn’t compare to men away fighting a war, but honestly, some times I hate how some women behave about their husbands. I would tell him to play the game, unless he honestly didn’t want to but wanted to remain for the birth of his child. A woman commentator on FOX this morning said that she would want her husband to stay with her but if he decided not to, he’d better get her a really good “push present.” That makes me somewhat ashamed of other women. What would I really want for myself? For him to be there, but,
Getting close to 11 AM my biological lunch time and I’m starvin’ Marvin. Isn’t it so good not to be angry at the whole world?