Melting snow

cx3-150x150Melting snow and the pond has a coating of translucent water ten inches deep, just like Lake Panamoka so many years ago…

Yesterday Joey got lost in the woods, running back and forth, panicking, unable to traverse the melting drifts that for so many weeks were solid ice…

In the advent of St. Patricks Day I order my traditional cabbage, corned beef, and ground turkey to make my quintessential yearly comfort foods including stuffed cabbage, sweet and sour like grandma’s…oh yeah, and the traditional sliced fresh seeded rye and dark brown mustard…there will be enough for an army, or for the entire family, as if there were the slightest possibility of even one of them….

So as I cut and mix and boil and saute I wonder why I am doing this… It is such a effort to make my body move and work. I force myself onward on pure stubborn grit. I fight fatigue that threatens to overcome me. I forget to look down. Why must I always look down? Because of Lacie, the old dog that forgets her manners and dislikes the cold outside. You got it. I step in a steaming invisible pile of doggy surprise. Instant hysteria, deep rumbling sluicing tears and sobs from within.

Remembering Joe. Look down, damn it, but in those last recent times he forgot and there was Hell to pay. My thinly stretched nerves split and splintered and I would lose it, later, unable to forgive myself for so doing. Screaming and yowling again at my own culpability I remove my shoe, grab the putty knife, the doggy rug shampoo, the old dedicated nail brush, and begin to clean…am I mourning the indignity and labor or the memory…tears subside…

Now the stuffed cabbage is simmering and its delightful fumes envelop the entire house. Tomorrow I will do the corned beef…it would be doubly sacrilegious to cook them at the same time, and there is just me…

The snow has melted and Joey can easily find his way around…

I have placed peppermint infused cotton balls near all probable identified mouse entries in the kitchen and laundry room…

The rest of my grocery order is on its way… [the errors and the rant]

I will make them take back the rancid roasted veggie focaccia and the non orange juice…

 

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