loveable grandma

I made meatball soup yesterday. It was good.

 

Today I ate two bowls for lunch while staring out my kitchen window.

 

I have so much energy I am paralyzed...and do nothing

 

but enjoy the snow falling outside

 

watching the outdoor cats snuggle in their igloo

 

watch the birds eat their cat food while they snooze

 

ahh.....what happens when you are asleep

 

Two of my grandchildren are at Disney World now

 

having fun......much needed after so much health concerns for little Tuula

 

Hopefully some suggestions and guidance from Boston Hosp will help

 

Not fair that little ones get sick...

 

But she is a trooper and my daughter is her warrior

 

 

I have spent too much time inside lately

 

A person needs to feel the elements....smell them, taste them

 

stand in the wind and let it touch you

 

stand in the sunlight...feel its warmth, despite the bitter cold in the air

 

 

I feed birds and cats outside

 

ha....a few squirrels, possum, skunk and rabbits too

 

A big raccoon was drinking water from the heated water bowl last night

 

aww...go ahead I said as I shut off the porch light

 

...you are the least of these in my book...but hurry and don't let the neighbors see you

 

 

I have been reading many anthologies of short stories

 

...according to the Ray Bradbury plan

 

I dropped the essay reading.....I knew it wouldn't last.

 

Insight....from all this reading...

 

most of it.... unfulfilling....boring...what can I say

 

sure...if I reread it after looking online for "explanations" I might get a bit more out of these stories

 

But I'm sorry....you never grabbed me enough the first time to reread you

 

When you read one of my stories...I take you for a ride...

 

I have learned to layer things....'case you want to go back and look for more. Hints that you missed

 

the first time....maybe motivations you didn't see before...that only add richness to your experience

 

with my characters...

 

  Just another kitchen writer....me

you wouldn't think I am working on writing while eating and staring
but, yeah, I am
This past fall at a writing workshop...I was made aware that I need to make grandma

more loveable....at least capable of loving in some small way

..that's what I'm working on.....

but she isn't loveable.....but I get it

...showing a speck of humanity makes her all the more frightening in her cruelty



So.....I'm enjoying bowls of soup staring out of the window

 on this cold snowy afternoon

letting my mind sort it all out

for tomorrow.....I sit and write

maybe I can have her tend geraniums..........................................