Marbles Lost...

Marbles Lost...and Found

I've been sitting here looking through the images that made up this piece of art. The components as they progressed are as pleasing to my eye individually and together, in this triptych.

I had not been able find the file nor the prints of "Marbles..." for some time. I awoke this a.m. with a 'thought' of where all might be. With coffee in one hand, I set down to my studio area to put my other hand directly upon all that was thought lost.

Isn't it nice to mark the last day of a month with something special...the first too and all in between?

My Fish Fry...

Fish Fry

I really should have taken a photo of this meal, however, I was so anxious to eat, I couldn't take the time. In lieu of photo is one of my watercolors. Fish! and...
another stop to the butcher for fish...lake perch. I have been craving!

A fishing friend (I don't fish, the friend does), shared a little secret with me...combine pancake mix with the flour. Well, I do that and last night's ratio was more pancake (I use Krusteaz), than flour, season salt, few dashes of Bay, lots of pepper...oil with a pat of butter and fry until really gold and crispy. Garnish with lots of lemon!

Served with 'real' french fries (did you know that one restaurant baking potato is plenty of fries for one person?!) and a salad of pretty greens with just a simple vinaigrette, this is another favorite meal of mine. The flavors combine so nicely...I savored. A meal that will be repeated without doubt.

Look what I found...

Little Ms. Nikki
found something icky
while doing her weekly chores.

Once a plump spud
now a rotten old dud
that couldn't be sold in the stores.

Soft to the touch
and the 'eyes' a bit much
the Idaho simply had to go.

So out came the tater
but not that much later
she decided to let it grow.

Taste of Spring

The skies have clouded over now, the predicted rain will most likely arrive soon.
However, earlier today, the sun shone and the temps in the mid 60s--from
heavy winterjacket to sweater in less than 24 hours!
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One of my early morning Friday stops is to the local thrift store.
After an exchange of greetings, the morning volunteer said to me,
we dropped the sun down from the clouds just for you.

My "people fix" for the day!

I collect...

...stuff !

Pork Belly, Jasmine Rice, Baby Bok Choy

I was anxious to cook this. I've had pork belly before in Asian food--the fat is usually more visible, less cooked. I baked this to eliminate a great deal of the fat and with more five spice (it was cured with five spice). Other than my bok choy which was delicious (stir-fried w/black bean and garlic), but a tad over cooked...I've added a new meal to my dinner roster.

Calendar Page - March 2009

Modigliani and Picasso's Women, the two calendars in my home this year. A small pleasure it is to turn the calendar page not knowing what to expect (I never peek & I don't expect).

Modigliani and Picasso's women, the selected calendars this year for my home. I share this one with you because she appears so thoughtful.



One day you realize, hopefully, that life is made up of small pleasures.

Expectation

Once you set yourself up for it, you are also setting yourself up for disappointment.
Of course, this only applies to 'expecting from' people other than yourself and you should never (do we ever?) expect from yourself either. I mean, afterall, why jeopardize your only safe haven, your only assured source of kindness and support with such an unnecessary pressure?! (that safe haven being yourself)

From others...well, I have expected only what was 'supposed to' come naturally from certain people based on their relationships to me (love/support from former parents, former spouse) and have specifically been disappointed beyond repair! This is why I have learned to rely on myself and instead of expecting from others, have chosen to be pleasantly surprised by them. It happens, not that often, which makes the occurrence especially delightful!

A friend gruffly spoke (still does!)..."Nobody cares!" I understand his sentiment better now than when he first spoke it, however, I would like to modify it a bit.




"No one will care more about you than you!"