It's dinner time at my cookie cutter home in Glendale. Paw Paws is showing enthusiasm for the smells that are coming from our kitchen. An uncommon occurrence as of late and one he has missed. The best part of dinner is the anticipation. It's the best part of everything, I surmise with a smile as I chop green peppers to add to the Le'creuset. The earthy aroma of the peppers makes my stomach long for nourishment. A job the onions started when they began their slow sweat and released a heavenly aroma minutes earlier. The sound of sizzle feels like home again as I pour my glass of wine. And so I settle in to the night.
Thoughts of the day start their playback in my recently disquieted brain and I am beginning to feel equanimity now. Because of one righteous act, I am able to wrangle a new source of composure and I can now move forward. Our divorce was agreed upon and it was done with dignity and accord. That was something........................
After 8PM I am considering a cigar with the stars. Phil Collins is singing "Easy Lover" to me and I can't help but laugh out loud. I saunter to the kitchen for an ice cream moment. It's a celebration after all so I search for the jar of years old maraschinos. Success finds me swirling my vanilla concoction into a soft mishmash. With pride, I drop a cherry on top. And to the pool I amble with Paw Paws in tow. He's opted for a fresh chewies as his own indulgence tonight.
Starting a new chapter always makes me apprehensive. Previous is over and I have to write the next. New ideas, bigger and better as it goes.
It's going splendidly.
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