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Things That Make Me Happy

The hair…
It did this on its own.

“May there always be sunshine.

May there always be blue skies.

May there always be Mama.

May there always be me!”

Have A Blessed Labor Day, from Pennsylvania

May you find peace all around you…

…and peace in yourself.

Find pleasure.

Find company.

Find love.

“Art is the lie that brings us closer to the truth.” -Jackson Pollock

I am facing that fact that for the first time in a very long time, I don’t know who I am. I thought I had everything figured out, and I always took pride in the fact that things were so clear to me, but I’ve never been so unsure.

So I am finding solace in the small things I can control, like cheese made from fresh farm goat’s milk and rosemary grown on our front porch.

And ratatouille, beginning with these slowly cooked onions

And ending up like this.

And chocolate torte, with eggs that you beat on the highest anxiety-relieving speed possible, with sugar, until they look like this.

What centers you when the rest of your world is shaken?

Lessons in English

#1: Food often looks like less in a container than it is in your stomach. Remember that. I’m talking to myself.

#2: There’s nothing that warm sun, a good book, and a pool of azure water can’t fix. Remember that, too. I’m talking to you.

#3: As fun as hyperbole is in writing, it can be exhausting in thought. Case in point: I spend a lot of time these days staring at the sky, half expecting an answer, half expecting it to fall down on top of me and crush me into dust.

#4: It’s been five days since I’ve been on Facebook. I’ve been tempted, when I find myself looking for an escape from my current task, or entertainment, or something stimulating (which Facebook is not). Keeping in touch with old friends? Great. Keeping in contact with job networks? Great. Running my life? Not so great. I’d rather spend my time outside with the real people. Ironically, I’ve spend most of my time in novels with other fake people. But these people I haven’t met yet.
Welcome to my head.

I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my new cookbook, my shouldn’t’ve-but-I-did gift to myself for no reason in particular, other than I’m a freak when it comes to food. (See item number one). So I make lunch and eat while reading the newspaper, and in turn, eat too much.
I love baking in the sun like a tomato, but it dries out my skin.

What’s a girl to do?

My solution:

Love and Death: Woody Allen, 1975

Enjoy.
Incidentally, the whole film is available on YouTube. But this movie is worth whatever means necessary to watch it (remember the phenomenon of renting?)