I have again been trying to stand more. Sitting = discomfort. Yesterday, I made Caramelized Cabbage Butter Pasta while re-watching Scream (2022.) Today, I made more cabbage (ha!) salmon croquettes and fried rice. I meant to edit what I wrote yesterday. But between cooking and cleaning up and being ever so ginger with my steps in between, that time flew by. But in between I did have time to search for frivolous things that I thought only existed in my mind like a leather manila folder. I am constantly shoving drafts in my bag. Folded in half or fours, they get wrinkled and ripped and stained and I wanted something sturdier than the manila folders I snag from work. I am not a label girl but I guess I am inner fancy. (Decades ago I was told by an ancient Polish Psychic that I was a Prima Ballerina in a past life, so maybe that is where the bougie-tilt comes from.) But otherwise, I am a simple gal who lives in thrifted jeans. Thrifted everything. At any rate, $85 for a leather manila folder? Eh. Anyway, today I grabbed a random book off the shelf: Elizabeth Sargent’s Love Poems. I’ve had it forever. Probably longer than I’ve been married. I read some of the first few and hated them! I was really surprised because I don’t normally buy books just to buy them unless of course it is an author I’d never heard of and usually it is the cover that draws me in. (But perhaps my heart was simply in a different place then than now and I am okay with that and will hold onto it.) I flipped through and stopped at a piece that read familiar, so I read through it and liked it. Liked it enough to read it aloud and then record myself reading it. So I will share it here:
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