I’m lying in bed listening to the rain falling. Henry is under the feathers with me (we have a feather bed, down comforter, and feather pillows; when I say it’s like sleeping in a nest, I mean it!) purring. It is a very good life, and I am so happy. Today a friend told me she thinks I’m too picky and closed off when it comes to dating. Maybe there’s something to that, I’m mulling it over, but at the heart of it, isn’t NOT being discerning just settling? I don’t need to settle. I’m extremely happy on my own. Closed off is a possibility, but I’m thinking it over.
Anyway, it’s a cozy cozeballs night here. Hope it is where you are, too.
Also called spruce beer, chowder beer was widely popular during the eighteenth century, and although scarce today, it is still brewed by hard-core hobbyists and microbrewers in Canada.
Almond maple brown rice pudding.
This is making me so happy.
In a society in which the bonds of community are maintained largely by face-to-face contact, nostalgia is unnecessary, but as those intimacies fade, a yearning for the symbols of the past gnaws deep into the psyche.