I got up appreciating everything this morning -
There was this bird outside my window that was saying "pretty bird haha". Well, he was - preening in the puddle I think.
I showered and came downstairs, started my kettle, then decided on breakfast.
I had polenta that needed using. I sliced and fried it in EVVO as Rachel Ray is obsessed with saying. lol (I had sliced and removed 1 clove of garlic first). In one side of the pan I placed a sliced onion, a good bunch of sun dried tomatoes and let those cook while the polenta was frying. I called my hubby and asked if he was interested in wrapping up work and coming home for some breakfast. He's thinking about it which probably means he'll be here as I have to sign in for work around 11ish. So the polenta is pulled from the pan, layered with onions, tomatoes, fresh basil from my personal store - an egg, a 1/4 of chopped avocado and grilled toast with peach jam made last summer... ummmmmmmm...
it's raining,
I read a friend's blog earlier and settled very nicely into my morning thank you's... I told Geoffrey instead of saying no, he should say yes about tasting foods and just might be suprised what he likes. Breakfast doesn't need to be cereal - eat breakfast, then dinner can be cereal. He said ok he'd think about it.
One day I'll be a tape in his head...
Wow, that spurred a reactive thought - - - -
I want to be a good tape in his head not a story he has to let go, you know what I mean? I get to doing something and I hear my mother and it broadens into my story and i'm always trying to let the words go - to just be in the moment without her voice. Then there is the grandmother voice that I cherish...her words are different. they are like a looped tape but it doesn't matter. I love the lesson, the story... both women are almost equally with me. One I try to let go of, one I love remembering through.
What hind of tape will I become in my son's head? What kind of tape are you?
bright blessings dear ones. The day unfolds.