Forlorn

i feel sad, oh so sad.

though i do enjoy the sounds that are occupying my room, (do you enjoy , i wanna be adored- year of the rabbit, as much as i? i doubt it) my face is still long.

my grand-mère is not doing very well.  she looks radiant and unaged, but the fact is she’s sick.  what is more depressing is that she’s alone.  she has seven children all of whom she raised alone, all of whom are alive and well.  however, they are as distant as ever, only three managed to call for christmas.  her mind and body have been through so much. i wish there weren’t borders, time zones and climates between us.

imagine, being abandoned in the cayman islands before your tenth birthday, being raised by a dutch family-who only spoke dutch.  marrying young and having seven children to raise after your husband dies from cancer. and after most of your talented children have managed to study on scholarships.  you then immigrate to a country to help a struggling daughter.  30 some years later she has prospered and moved on… but you’ve stayed. today’s forecast happens to be -12, which we all know does wonders for an 88 year old body raised in a tropical climate. 

family…ours is so scattered.  unfortunately when her passing day does come, people will be coming out of the woodwork to reap the benefits.  cousins i’ve never even heard of will stand beside me, our common bond will not be the love for this woman, the admiration, or the memories-but the black clothes we’ve ’appropriately’ donned. 

 

the great, the grater and the graceless

so we attemepted to make a pizza

marvel recently graduated from culinary school

and for obvious personal reasons i was eager to hone her skills

her broyfriend is allergic to just about everything, yes even lettuce (which i find ever so peculiar as i believe lettuce is primarily composed of water), and therefore we chose to make to make the most out of cheese

we bought queso de murcia, san simon, oaxaca, corteja and good old mozzarella

a pizza sans sauce and a spelt crust made for an arduous afternoon

but there is nothing the marvellous marvel cannot handle, except maybe a grater

the woman stands at 160cm and 105 pounds and still managed to break the stainless steel cheese grater in not one, or two, but three pieces ladies and gentlemen.

being the trooper that she is, life and the pizza went on.  at 6:40 she removed the dish from her oven and placed it on the stove top to cool. unfortunately she had left a burner on and in placing her hand on the stove she burnt her knuckles and instinctively released the pan into the air.  though i did take a dive for it, i landed about 3.4 m too short.

poor marvel

she was burnt, embarassed by her culinary debut, and worst of all- hungry.

we, being the fortunate- able to eat anything types, ordered pad thai and all was well

aaron ate a pineapple, and some of the remaining cheese

pauvre mr. rencien

pulp

adds depth, adds texture,  adds sentiment 

pulp adds reality

do all of us dream of escaping reality? do we all want to be uplifted and tossed around by our fantasies? why do we criticize the fantasitical? 

i dream, dream too often perhaps.  i’d never allow myself to dream only when my eyes were shut

we have control of our dreams, tune in- tune out

please change the channel and the network tonight 

dream a dream for yourself

 as nothing is as it seems, life is but a dream within a dream

goodnight and before you go

 please take an extension of my heart- a smile, a giggle, an omniscient view and of course an extra large but complimentary serving of imagination

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