March 14, 2004
Update
Listened to the birds (wood pecker, cardinal, bob white), breathed the air, watered the plants, tossed the corpse of a neglected cyclamen, put in a load of laundry, made coffee, bumped my chi machine and made it growl (you would think I was a conscientious housewife) -- now I can take a seat.
It's very light this morning -- spring is almost here. My body pain is much improved. I can manage the energy I call more easily. That means, unlike some who have to spend inordinate hours at the gym, I have to spend inordinate hours doing this.
Lest you think I'm a total slug, I did take a 20 mile bike ride yesterday, and will do it again today. It was brisk, 36 degrees, and uphill half way too. I am a little proud of myself.
Had the best soup last night, stracciatelle , at a neighborhood Italian restaurant. It meets my requirements of four ingredients or less, (for those of us who purchase our "homemade" chicken stock from the finest gourmet manufacturers). Last night, the spinach was baby, in a bag, and the grated cheese, parmesan.
Fact dump alert! No Denoument, but the soup recipe was important to some part of me.
Photo note: This is not Mexico, it is a neighborhood restaurant, not Italian. The Italian restaurant falls below visual aesthetic standards, but the food is great. I will make it an assignment to find something visually beautiful in the Italian restaurant.
I already have! Forgot all about this one below. Tomorrow, back to Mexico, probably.
Just
a few words
to keep
the wedding dresses
out of
the Italian food.