Beware of Gifts

(I wrote this during winter, haven’t shared it til now)

Danger lurks around us every second of the day. When I throw out bird seed to a bunch of sparrows, they just have a marvelous time, but they also have to keep an eye out for the neighborhood cats. I worried that I was setting them up for suffering, instead of giving them a nice, unlooked for gift. Then yesterday, I noticed the birds were gone, except for three, very still, not moving in the snow, looking like smudges. I thought, Uh oh. Then, a huge, beautifully colored, hawk-like bird floated by, low, a bit further up the field, and I understood. It was like watching the Lord of the Rings with the Ringwraiths on their flying dragons.

So, I thought, Should I continue giving the birds my gift? The gift could mean death if they are not paying attention. Then I thought, all gifts, all things in this life, have the element of mortal danger attached to them. Too much food, not enough—danger of obesity or other food related problems vs. starvation and thievery. Too much money, not enough—danger of greed and arrogance vs. poverty. Everything needs to be accepted with eyes wide open to the danger within us or to the danger of predators around us. So, I will still give the birds my free meals, because anything good, even with danger attached, is still good and happily appreciated. I love gifts and a helping hand, too. I mean, even a hungry hawk would appreciate a helping hand now and then, don’t you think?

A Stake in Fun

This is from a diary note from June 7, 2014, while we were in Wichita, Kansas. I never published it because a lot of things were going on back then.  I think I was waiting for a plane to California to see my Dad, who had been diagnosed with liver cancer, but has since been in un-looked for remission!

 

Boisterous country music,

rivers of voices bouncing off the walls,

around, back, forth, deafening,

murmuring, laughs, words,

conversations, peanut shells

cracking, dropping on the floor,

pans and dishes clanging, silver

ware clinking, cooking clatters,

strong scents of peanuts, hot

breads, grilled steaks, all

at the Texas Steakhouse in Wichita, Kansas

Marshmallows and Cupcakes

“Look, giant cupcakes!” announced the Husband looking to the left at two huge dark evergreen bushes cut cupcake-shaped with a thick layer of white snow-icing decorating their large tops

Later

“Get a load of those huge marshmallows!” said the Husband looking to the left at long rows of large white plastic wrapped rolled hay bales appearing like nothing more than monster-sized edible marshmallows

Apparently, it was one of those food-on-the-mind-days for the Husband

TR

Food Switching

 

No eating wheat now

so no sandwiches for lunch

Use romaine lettuce leaves

I’m naming them “leafwiches”

to sound more palatable

 

Cannot eat wheat now

so no pie crusts, mix only

fillings and cook them

in custard dishes—they taste

great, without heavy bread work

TR

Tears in My Tuna

 

lunching on

tuna salad sandwiches

while viewing

Undercover Boss re-runs

on Netflix

the “Herschend Family Entertainment”

episode

emotionally charged

can’t watch shows like this

while eating

end up crying

into my food

mingling

tuna and tears

 

tr