UPDATE with a Rhyme

Dear Readers,

I have not been online for a couple of weeks, which is unusual for me.

My husband has been in the hospital twice in the last three weeks and I have not had time or energy to write. But I thought this rhyme that I wrote right before he went into the hospital a second time will tell you where my head is right now, giving me a greater appreciation of Life!


Spooning in the Morning

I awaken every morning with daylight in my face,
Spooning with my honey in a cozy-warm embrace.
Juggling daily challenges that aging often brings,
Spooning in the early morn helps my daytime sing!
“Life is what happens when you’re making other plans,”
Attributed to John Lennon with his many Beattle fans.
I celebrate each day, doing more than just survive,
Blessing my love for life, and grateful to be alive.
Spooning in the early morn brings me joy to greet the day.
May not always work, but our spooning’s here to stay!


Thoughts on Food/Food for Thought

In our most recent Creative Writing ZOOM class, sponsored by New Horizons Senior Center, the prompt was the topic “fun.” I wrote a jingle (below) and my writing friend Helen wrote about her experience of cooking with her daughter-in- law’s family. Here is an excerpt from Helen’s essay that could be called “Family Fun with Food” or “Fun in the Kitchen.” For Helen,  the kitchen is her sanctuary, as she notes below. I am posting this because many people dislike to cook, and I think one of the reasons is that it is generally a solitary activity, unlike what Helen describes.  Thanx, Helen!
(P.S. I put in bold my favorite part and the photo of a Vietnamese food buffet is from the internet.)

My Funs* by Helen Lu


* Helen also wrote about travel fun, so I left her Title: My Funs (Helen’s word), perfect for Helen’s complete essay!)

My older son Henry has a large house with a big back yard and an outdoor pool in West Chester County.  His wife Linda’s two sisters and their families live close by. When their parents visit Henry’s house, they have a family dinner gathering. They never do potluck dinner. They cook Cambodian or Vietnamese dishes on that day.

Linda’s mother does the cooking. Linda and her two sisters do the food preparation. When they have a family gathering, David and I are invited to join them. I am always pleased to go and jump to the work force as soon as I arrive there. I take my assignment to prepare food for their mother to cook.

I find the sound of chopping, cutting, sizzling, kettle’s hissing, pot’s clanking…amusing. It calms my mind. My mouth is watering from the aromatic stewing pot. My hands burn from the hot pepper. I swallow my saliva from the sour lemon juice. However, the kitchen is my sanctuary.

Indeed, I always learn something from their conversation among the siblings, children and grandchildren in the kitchen or at the dining table.


Joy vs Fun by ellensue

My having fun has been replaced
With finding JOY at a measured pace:

Taking walks
Reading books
Never minding
How something looks.


 Planting flowers
Breathing deep
Staying in touch
With no promises to keep.

 Doing a chore
That seems inane,
Like cleaning a closet
To keep me sane.

Having fun is very fleeting
Finding joy is worth repeating
If the world is new each morn
Then no need to be forlorn.

Celebrate each day with JOY!
Carry it with you….like precious toy!

P.S. My husband and I love plants and we have very large floor to ceiling windows with many, many plants plus plants on the patio of our apartment. But I still get joy from fresh flowers in a vase that I see as soon as I come into
our cozy kitchen.

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