It’s raining.
I told you all yesterday,
that I was feeling wonky,
yes,
that is the technical term.
So, in an effort to beat the doldrums,
I thought I would write about,
some of my favourite things.
Some of my likes and loves,
you are familiar with,
Blundstones, Swatches, L.L. Bean shirts …
Others are memories of things long gone.
A lot,
have to do with smells and sounds.
My Grandmaman Lydia,
used to make cake,
this cake was known as gateau blanc,
which literally translates as,
white cake.
This was a vanilla cake, moist but,
not too moist,
the perfect combination of air and texture.
My cousin,
an admirable baker,
makes grandmaman’s chocolate cake.
It is most people’s favourite and delicious,
but,
I’m not most people and,
the white is still my favourite.
I miss her and the cake.
My Granny Grace,
the anglo side of the family,
died when I was just a kid,
and I remember her big belly laugh,
some people say I inherited it,
genetics also gave me the belly.
Life isn’t always fair.
When my godson, Jerome,
was just a baby,
I used to smell his hair while he slept.
A perfect smell,
which I can’t possibly hope to describe.
He’s a big boy of eight now,
sensitive and sweet.
My ex and I had a cat, Bud,
he was a talker and a pacifist.
That cat refused to kill anything.
He would talk and talk,
probably telling us to join,
Greenpeace or Ducks unlimited.
My dad and I watching Looney Tunes,
waiting for the day,
the coyote would fnally catch the roadrunner.
Some of my favourite things are sill around,
mom’s meatloaf, cold on tap beer, espresso coffee.
Some I haven’t seen in a while,
a Julia Roberts movie,
the post coital shine in a woman’s eyes.
But, hey hope springs eternal.
I still haven’t seen Eat, Pray, Love,
so that hope is afloat:-)
My grandpa always carried peppermints,
in a baggie in his pocket,
and when you were feeling low,
he would say “want a peppermint?”
It was a cure all.
I can’t walk by Kerr’s Scotch Mints at the grocery store,
without thinking of him.
Not all my favourite things involve dead people.
It’s just as you get older you “know” a lot of dead people.
I love to go for greasy Chinese food,
and my heart swells when I hear Pavarotti,
sing Nessun Dorma.
Lady Gaga, PBS, Joan Baez.
Flannel sheets, autumn leaves, crusty bread.
The Dude, Tom Yum soup, bookshelves.
Hot showers, cheddar cheese, long kisses.
These are a few of my favourite things.
What can I say,
I’m a sentimental old flake.
Next post Books,
I promise.
Later girls
Thanks for putting up with me.
BB
