Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Five
I lift the curtain to see how much light there is; I’m worried about encountering animals here if I’m out too early.
Not all sunrises are the same.
Avocado toast. Bacon. Fruit. Coconut milk and granola. Journal. Fireplace.
I sit and think while she works on my fingers. I can’t hold anything; there is nothing to watch. I can only be.
Ginger shrimp, ginger and garlic green beans and peppers, rice, salad with orange and almonds, and tamarind. Coconut macaroon. I do a little shimmy in my chair. Full but not weighed down.
Just want to keep slowing down time.
Five pages by hand.
Legs straight out in front of me. Moving the chaise to be partially in the sun and partially in the shade. Finishing a book. Pure bliss.
“The land was pointed out ot me from the road, which ran along the side of the hill above it, and right away I wanted to buy it. If the agent had spoken to me of the disadvantages, I would not have heard him at that moment. I was numbed by the beauty of what I saw: a long valley of blood-red vineyards, half flooded with late summer rain; in the distance, yellow fields choked with weeds and thistles and behind them a forest covering a hillside; in the middle of the valley, higher than the fields, the ruin of a farhmouse: a mulberry tree grew up thorugh the broken stone of its garden wall, and nearby, theshadow of an ancient pear tree lay across the carpet of brown, rotted fruit on the ground.” - “The House Plans”, The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis
Urfa spice on the hanger steak with a Piquillo sauce. The roasted kabocha squash, polenta, and salad with a vinaigrette. Seconds of steak and polenta, with a drizzle of Piquillo sauce. Lemon olive oil cake for dessert.
