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learning to cook
on a new stove
after 15 yrs with the old one
has been a real treat

so this morning I get up sick again
my fucking head is not happy this week
at
all

anyway…
I check out the cupboards
and the only breaky food
I can find
is oatmeal
I don’t feel like eating
cos I have a pukey headache
but
I have to eat…
I’m a diabetic…
so I put a pot on…

I love oatmeal
the way I make it now
only this is the first time
I’ve made it on the new stove

the oatmeal has to cook slowly
for 20 min and in the first 10
it boils over 3 times
cos I can’t get the temp set right
for the slow simmer I need
the first spill over
I leaned forward
and because this stove is
an apt sized
and
the elements seem to be
closer to the edge…
and don’t I drag
the tie of my housecoat
over the burner
and set fire to myself.
I’ve never shucked my kit
that fast before

oh well…
I didn’t really like
this house coat anyway…
which reminds me…
the last tenant took
the smoke detector
outta the kitchen…
must put that
on the list
for the landlord!

I think “I’mma eat my oatmeal
and go back to bed.”

and then…true to form
cos there’s not really anything
I can do but lay around and wait
for this head to stop
with the little light show
and the booming and banging
and the feeling like
I could pull an eye

I went to put left over oatmeal
in the fridge
and somehow managed
to knock the package
of left over chinese food
that I had for dinner last night
on the floor
thereby forcing me to bed over and wipe it up
causing the head to go postal
and a re-appearance
of the already consumed oatmeal.

Pixie of course
thinks this is wonderful
and dances around underfoot
because she can’t wait to see
if she can help me “clean up”

ick

I’m going back to bed
I’ll try some toast later.

I keep reminding myself
that any day
I’m not pushing up daisies
is a good one

but I’m a hard act to follow.

sometimes
I sit
in any room
in my new house
and just gaze
out the window

I am completely
amazed at the calm
and
quiet here

the place is surrounded
by big
old cedars and pines
the kind of cedar
that reminds me of
weeping cedars
of Alaska
and the Scotch Pines
with the big long needles

I am humbled
by the changes
in my life
this year

after the pain
of losing
so many
so called
friends

and then
the death
of my daughter

and now the delight of
the new job
the new car
the new home
the new job extension

I find myself
in a place
that is
curiously
without
strife
rancor
or
anguish

I’m not sure
I know how to behave

Even the Pickle
is getting
a bit of an overhaul

I’m slow
with the unpacking
I’m terribly tired
most of the time
but I know that’s the drugs
so I go with it

I’m going to hire
someone to do the
big cleaning
regularly
once I get
some semblance
of organization
here

my father
was in a pretty
horrendous
accident
yesterday
and even that
seems to be
working out ok

I seem to be
quoting
my dad
a lot
these days

but…
“Life is good!”