Resolutions Revisited
1. I just spent close to an hour filling out a dozen info forms for social work programs. Most in Boston, some distance learning. Who knows what I’ll piece together, and when, but it feels like being seventeen again, waiting for those big bundles of information full of possibilities. Do you think they’ll accept GRE scores from ten years ago? Oh come on, not THAT much has changed in the dark, unused corners of my mind.
2. On the eating front, we watched Food, Inc. If that doesn’t set your mind spinning about local foods and opting out of the crazy corn-driven industrial wasteland we call the Farm Bill, I don’t know what will.
3. My friends tell me I can make a good limoncello from vodka. I may set to work on that when the fixings for Hot Buttered Rum dry up here. It is the BEST winter drink, reminding me of many long, cold days on the Ditch (the Intracoastal Waterway). My mother prefers a Bourbon Toddy (also good), but she is right- I have so many memories wrapped up with Hot Buttered Rum, it’s hard to drink much else. It’s also a mean cure for a sore throat. Here’s the recipe:
-1-2 shots of dark rum, or spiced rum
-2 tsps. sugar
-1 tbs. fresh lemon juice
Put above in a big coffee mug, fill mug with boiling water, top with a dash of cinnamon and a tiny sliver of butter.
4. The book! I got a bunch of sweet comments on Facebook (hey, did you know there’s a real website with all this stuff??) saying I should write a book. John’s been egging me on for years now. I may have found my premise. My place to begin. We’ll see where it takes me. If I can get one itty-bitty chapter out a week, I may be done by the end of the year. More to be revealed soon . . . the old man in the picture is a beginning.
I have one more hour of solitude before the friend/babysitter has to go- off to the writing races.
