I’d been resisting the urge to put my thoughts here, but sometimes one’s cup runs over. As it turns out, authoring my own blog was a better distraction than watching trolls attack each other on gossip websites. After much writing and thinking, I have detoxed from the news. I have no idea what’s happening in the world, and I like it that way.
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I have an ongoing love affair with food. I enjoy eating out. Naturally, some of my closest friends run their own kitchens. My most outrageous demand is, “make me something I can eat.”
I have serious and some fatal food allergies, as well as celiac sprue, so I pay attention to everything I eat. That means reading labels in several languages and trying to stay as organic as possible. Travel is problematic, of course, as contamination can ruin my entire month.
I need macarons, which a team of pastry chefs, also friends of mine, make to sustain my gluten and wheat free existence. One of them told me that I can claim nutrition credits from his tiramusu and macarons.
Summer mornings start early and instead of playing tennis, I now wake myself up with Strong by Zumba. I still want to start a foil fencing club. However, the person I want to train us is looking for wife number two, and has no time for me. He isn’t interested in my friends either. And yes, I have already tried to trade them for training.
My apartment is overflowing with books, clothes, paintings and perfume. I can’t keep track of what’s where, and I have lost my favourite grey vest. I found my new black cardigan in exactly the same place I was looking before, after I decided to look again for the twentieth time.
My wardrobe, like the universe after the Big Bang, is still expanding. I was very good about not buying new clothes but I have returned to my old habits. (It’s not my fault everything is on sale.)
I spend a lot of my down time writing poetry and fiction or planning new art projects if I’m not painting something. Sometimes, I write in that coffee shop (where I usually sip a green tea latte). If you’re here, you’re meant to be. Thank you for visiting and if you wish, please say hello.
First published: October 14, 2014 @ 07:24 GMT