Taste:• Boiled lobster, corn, baked potato and chocolate cake for my birthday dinner with my family at my brother's house last week
• Fresh baked zucchini bread, which my mom and brother claim is, "the best zucchini bread ever."
• Well roasted green beans. Too roasted, maybe.
• Café mocha in the afternoons
• My guilty comfort food pleasure: Ramen noodles. I don't use the little MSG-filled packets but instead like my wilted noodels doused in either sauteed garlic or (if I'm really lazy) sprinkled generously with dried garlic granules. Thursday night, to spare the friend I was about to have a beer with, I opted for mixing in a big scoop of locally made sweet brown rice miso instead.
• My guilty comfort food pleasure: Ramen noodles. I don't use the little MSG-filled packets but instead like my wilted noodels doused in either sauteed garlic or (if I'm really lazy) sprinkled generously with dried garlic granules. Thursday night, to spare the friend I was about to have a beer with, I opted for mixing in a big scoop of locally made sweet brown rice miso instead.
Smell:
• It is most definitely autumn
• A dead mouse I forgot in a trap upstairs by J's studio. Ugh. Sorry J.
• Blown-out birthday candles
This week has forced me to look at lots of things I don't want to see.
This week has forced me to look at lots of things I don't want to see.See:
• Beautiful skies, which I've been trying to consciously appreciate
• A hawk at close range, sitting on a low dead branch and not bothered by my presence
• Blisters covering my mom's swollen feet
• Last Sunday I brought home bound pages for this book which you might recall I did some modeling for last winter. I really don't like having my picture taken (or looking at most photos of myself afterwards) and did it entirely because I knew it would thrill my mom, which it did
Hear:
• The Hideaway by The Weepies is a beautiful album. It will bear the curse of forever reminding me of this particular time, but I think it's strong enough to transcend it. I also love listening to James Taylor's One Man Dog in autumn. It's perfect for solitary drives along foliage-blazed roads
Feel:
• Light mist catching in my hair and unsettled wind on Saturday morning as I headed down to the river. Gray, moody weather that makes me feel like Catherine, haunting the moors. As a side note, my brother (an English professor) doesn't think what Catherine and Heathcliff had between them was love. I beg to differ.
• Cold mud soaking through my shoes
• Proud of my dad for keeping his shocked reaction to my mom's weakened state on Sunday inside until he reached my brother's car and shut the door. Grateful for and amazed at my brother's patience and selflessness in caring for her at his house. Thankful for the support of J and my friends in the hills
4 comments:
Great Post..Thanks for sharing well most of it..LOL..
Sounds like a week of incredible ups and some really serious downs. I'm so sorry that this is such a tough time for your family.
I've been thinking about Wuthering Heights a lot this week as I'm reading that novel The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Bronte. It's not the best thing I've ever read, but I have an addiction to all things Bronte, so I'm reading it. There's an interesting passage where the three sisters are talking about their writing, and they get into a serious argument about the nature of the relationship between Heathcliffe and Catherine. It's much like the different opinions you and your brother seem to have. Very interesting.
Oh my goodness, that bird photo is very striking.
Best wishes to you and your family.
I'm curious, what DOES your brother think was between Catherine and Heathcliff then?
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