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Beautiful sunny day, prelude to spring, some trees having shyly begun turning green, all kind of greens, nothing but the green. The wind is blowing lightly from the southwest, brush off white caps on the mountains. The air smells of green, literally and metaphorically. The ducks are happy, so am I.
Last night dinner, not much effort at all... just simply fresh and easy... yes the fava beans took forever to peel, twice... but at the end it worth it.
4 large oysters $6.
1 lb smelts $3.
1 corn $0.75
1/2 lb green beans $1.25
1/2 lb asparagus $1.75
1/2 lb fava beans $1.25
4 shitake mushroom $1.
total $15. dinner for two
Called this as Intuitive Eating (IE). Trust my body, eat what my body want me to eat. Or simply call this as "craving". Bon appetite.
Caught in the middle/ Carol we're middle class/ We're middle aged/ We were wild in the old days/ Birth of rock 'n' roll days/ Now your kids are coming up straight/ And my child's a stranger/ I bore her/ But I could not raise her/Nothing lasts for long/ Nothing lasts for long/ Nothing lasts for long…
Down at the Chinese Cafe/ We'd be dreaming on our dimes/ We'd be playing "Oh my love, my darling”/ One more time/ Uranium money/ Is booming in the old home town now/ It's putting up sleek concrete/ Tearing the old landmarks down now/ Paving over brave little parks/ Ripping off Indian land again/ How long, how long/ Short sighted business men/ Ah, nothing lasts for long/ Nothing lasts for long/ Nothing lasts for long…
Down at the Chinese Cafe/ We'd be dreaming on our dimes/ We'd be playing "You give your love, so sweetly”/ One more time/ Christmas is sparkling/ Out on Carol's lawn/ This girl of my childhood games/ With kids nearly grown and gone/ Grown so fast/ Like the turn of a page/ We look like our mothers did now/ When we were those kids' age/ Nothing lasts for long/ Nothing lasts for long/ Nothing lasts for long…
Down at the Chinese Cafe/ We'd be dreaming on our dimes/ We'd be playing "Oh my love, my darling/ I’ve hungered for your touch/ A long, lonely time”/ And time goes by so slowly/ And time can do so much/ Are you still mine?/ I need your love/ I need your love/ God speed your love to me/ Time goes, where does the time go?/ I wonder where the time goes?
… one of those receptacles for old and curious things which seem to crouch in odd corners of this town and to hide their musty treasures from the public eye in jealousy and distrust. —Charles Dickens