Rough couple of days. Felt down earlier. The only comfort food I could think of for dinner was cereal. Went to my cupboard and discovered that for mysterious reasons known only to God and Allah I had stowed away an empty peanut butter Puffins box. I stood crestfallen in the middle of the kitchen until Bill said, "Sweetie, would you like some of mine?" Then, Phil, my new housemate, said, "No, mine." The two competed, ran to show and tell. Phil's had macadamia nuts, Bill's, pecans. Suddenly, I was standing in a circle of light being vociferously offered cereal. Sometimes it is only "one short step to the good ground" (May Swenson).
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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