I miss this

Around this time for the past 3 years, this is when P and I till the garden and start preparing to plant. I never thought that I would miss living in the country. There are some things that I don't miss at all....the 20 minute drive to get anywhere. The gate to get on the property. The single pain windows that let so much cold air in, and warm air out.

But I sure do miss the quiet. I miss the setting sun over the pasture. I miss the garden. I miss getting out there and picking food for dinner that night. I miss it.

It is going to be a good day

yep, that is a green smoothie. That is how I am starting the day. Yum-o!

Confessions

Its confession time....here are some random tidbits

I hate showering. I hate it. I love to take baths. I do about 45% of my reading in the bathroom. I love a good soak. I read in the tub every night.

Every now and again I like to read books meant for girls in high school. Just fun easy reads and it reminds me of when I was in high school, and the biggest worry was if some boy liked me.

One day this week, I ate 6 cinnamon rolls. 6 large, huge, fatty cinnamon rolls.

I could eat at Subway every day. Sandwiches are the best. I will throw anything on a piece of bread, or even on a salad for that matter.

I am a big dork, and I know it.

Sometimes, I buy cake icing and eat right out of the container while standing in front of the fridge.

I want to be a chef.

I have been drinking quite a bit of wine lately.

Maya

photo credit: fenixrysing

I cannot get enough of Maya Angelou right now. I have never read her works, but these past few weeks, I have been fascinated by her. I think because football season is over, P is gone, and I am making my own schedule these days, I have been turning off the t.v. more and more. I used to keep it on all the time whenever P was out of town, but lately, I have been desiring quiet. Even now as I sit here, I just want quiet. I have always been a reader, but when the t.v. is off, I find that I read even more than I do already.
I am currently reading "I know why the Caged Bird Sings." I cannot stop reading. It is fascinating. Her poetry is good, but it is nothing compared to her literary words. It is a story of hope, tragedy, and triumph.
I saw an interview with her and it moved me, it stirred me. Here is a recap of the interview that I found fascinating.
Maya: "I learned that words have power, and I learned that my words could kill. I had been raped by a man, and he told me if I said anything he would kill my brother, my beloved older brother. Eventually my mother found out, and one night a police officer came to the house and told us the man had been killed. I realized then that my words could kill. So, I stopped speaking, and I was mute for several years.
We were shipped to live with my grandmother is Stamps, Arkansas.
In Stamps one of the ladies in town took a liking to me and she would bring me books from the white school. I fell in love with poetry. One day the lady said to me, Maya, you don't like poetry. I took out a paper and wrote, yes, I love poetry. She said, you will never love poetry until you speak it, until it come from your mouth, from your tongue, and until it does you will never love poetry.
A few months later I was reading Shakespeare, and his words were so sad and passionate, that I was convinced that he too, was a black girl from the South who had also been raped. So one day I crawled under my grandma's house where the chickens were and I read poetry, and I realized, my voice had not left me, I had left my voice."

I took so much away from that interview that I simply had to read her words, feel her love of words, and learn to love words the way she does.

Were not so tough

Every thing's bigger in Texas they say, but not so tough, me thinks.
Its cold here, well, cold for us, and we have been hit by a major arctic blast.
It is about 19 but feels like 9 with the wind chill.
We could get snow, at most an inch.
Because of that, business are closing, schools are closing, roads are being shut down. It is kind of hilarious. No one can talk about anything other than the weather. This is South Texas, and our blood is thin, thin, thin.
It is cold, but it will be back in the 40's by Friday, and yet, we are still freaking out. Plus, we are having rolling black outs because people are using so much electricity to heat the houses.
Unlike other cold weather states, our pipes are not buried deep in the ground, so we are all dripping our faucets, to keep them from freezing. I feel horrible doing it, but I know we have too. So I have been keeping bowls and pitchers in the sink to catch the water to use it around the house. I fill up the dog bowl, use it to remove the ice from my windshield.
So we are all bundled up, and everyone is hoping for "snow." The kind that falls then melts when it hits the ground.
So maybe were not so tough in Texas.