I also spent about an hour reading Iron Dawn by Richard Snow.
I didn’t go to the darkness in my writing. I tried several of her writing prompts and was pleased with the results. I lost myself reading Writing, the Life Poetic by Sage Cohen yesterday afternoon for awhile. The humidity was intense yesterday and along with that feeling of being strangled trying to do what needed to be done, I really struggled with blocking my fear of the unknown or the waiting game. I shouldn’t cry for in my ordinary world I’m blessed with incredible people in my life like Marcus, my awesome husband Vic, my daughter, Amanda and my granddaugher, Olyvia. Will cancer steal these priceless moments too? I had to push the dang letter c out of my head so I could be in the moment. The story with the few tweaks he made conversing with me is awesome. It even dared to cross my mind while talking with my good friend, Marcus, last night discussing his writing piece. Still I can’t escape the ghost of you” The damn c, interrupts me at the strangest time. “Thought I heard you talking softly, I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio. because so many of the lines in the song summarize my conflicted feelings at this time. I chose Ordinary Day for today’s letter c song. I’ve included the link to the recipe if your’re interested. My husband raved about how delicious dinner was.
In preparing the recipe, I used boneless breasts that I cut up smaller to minimize the frying time and the amount of oil needed. I realize restaurants use dark meat because of the lower cost overhead but I prefer the drier texture of white meat. I’m not fond of dark meat so I don’t typically order this at Chinese restaurants but I have sampled the sauce when friends have ordered it. Three ingredients to make Orange Chicken. I tried a recipe shared by Crafty Morning. Subconsciously, I believe I’m a born objector in an ordinary world.ĭinner, last night came out exceptional. Nothing to worry about when it comes to my crocheting, I have never crocheted anything without at least one dropped stitch somewhere. I hadn’t heard that applied in crochet but I had in quilting. Yesterday, when I shared my progress on my shawl on Facebook, I was reminded of an Irish custom to leave a mistake so my soul could escape if needed. Today the letter-c is on the back burner where it needs to be, not controlling my thoughts as it has. Love for each other regardless of our differences is the only way to restore peace. I see it in the eyes of my husband, my children, my friends but in my heart I know that we all need to remember how important love is. “Feels like the world upon my shoulders, through the clouds I see love shine”. I participated in the protests then and again in the 2000’s when we went to Afghanistan. “There’s been heartache and pain, I don’t think I can go through it again.” I was alive during the riots in the 60’s and 70’s. Initially, I was going with John Lennon’s Imagine after reading the news showing how much the violence escalated across our country but instead I decided to go with I Don’t Know What Love Is by Foreigner. He strongly urged protesters to not be violent but to let love, peace and unity guide their quest for justice. I’m saddened and sickened with seeing the wanton destruction as would be King. Peaceful protests, gathering together in solidarity not destroying businesses that had nothing to do with the actual crime committed by the Minneapolis and Louisville police officers. Human beings are supposed to be in control of our emotions. The people participating in the looting and deliberate vandalism are no different than the officer that killed Floyd. I agree with Martin Luther King that ” A riot is the language of the unheard” but I can’t condone looting and vandalism as necessary to make a point. In a country filled with outrage over the actions of the police departments in Minneapolis and Louisville with the murder of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor, my concerns about cancer are minuscule.