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A QUIRKY ANTIDOTE

May 16, 2018

Well, in the last post I kind of put the burden on each of us  to improve ourselves and so put goodness back into our society –  a job well-possible-   but it need not be a “burden.”

Making ourselves better  can be a lot of fun.   Just relax;   you pretty much know right from wrong.   You pretty much know we are to respect and love others as we want to be respected and highly regarded ourselves.

Relax, and have fun.  Or develop a good sense of humor.    I always say my favorite forms of humor  are irony and hyperbole.   Then – relax! – add a good sense of self-deprecating humor;  as in:  finding the ridiculous in yourself.     Enjoy your little quirks.

Quirkiness  hit me this week.   For almost a month I’ve had the strongest craving for  baba ganouj   –  that  tangy Mediterranean eggplant dish that you don’t eat with a spoon, you eat it with triangular wedges of something in the bread family.

baba ganouj

Being raised in a Scandinavian family,  the strongest spices I enjoy are cardamom and cinnamon!    Baba ganouj is definitely . . .  strong.  Tangy strong.   I have no idea why I began craving it,  but I braved some heavy-duty construction in the main intersection of our little town,  worked my way through the orange cone mazes and black-and yellow striped obstacles — in heavy traffic one day — to find that Mediterranean restaurant behind the construction trucks,  where I knew I could order some take-out baba ganouj – no matter how long I had to wait for it!

It was a good day.   It was ready for me almost instantly,  and I had already learned the “secret” unmarked passageway back through the construction,  and since I live here,  I even avoided some rush hour traffic red lights.

But . . .  why baba ganouj?      (It was delicious!)

Quirkiness #2,  now that I think about it:

BEE

Came   home one evening and saw this dead bumblebee on my driveway.   It was kind of sad, because this might be the one that claims much of my front yard and hangs around us in a friendly manner when we’re outside.   Sometimes, if we get too close too “something,”  he actually bumps us,  bumps into us, to push us away, as though his tiny little body could move a human being.

But it works.    And Son was just describing how intelligent bees are, in particular their memory.    So it was sad to see it lying there, dead.

The next day,  its little body was still there.  No bees came around to mourn, of course.   Maybe it was kind of childish,   but it seemed respectful to the bee,  to all of Creation, to God who made the bee,  that I bury its little body in a protected place in my garden.

I don’t know.    Dumb?   Childish of me?

Bee shovel

At least I used a Mickey Mouse shovel.

Improve society?    Respect all life.  Bury a friendly  little bumblebee  — and then smile at the quirky absurdity of it all.

 

Quirkiness #3 —  

I hope you all gave your mother as wonderful of a Mother’s Day as I had.   Thank you Daughter and Cooper who wished me a very long-distance:  Happy Grandma’s Day!!!!!  And thanks especially to Son who pulled the whole day together,  including a mad dash out for MEATS of all kinds –  anything we wanted! –  and then another mad dash out while the meat was grilling to get the ketchup we had forgotten…..

Here’s  just  the dessert part of our meal,  because  grilled meats on a plate don’t always look so appetizing in a photo.

MD Dessert

Tarts:  Key lime;  creme brulee,  cheesecake,   chocolate hazelnut, and chocolate caramel.  (Just want to post it here so I remember this in the future.)

On my table was a beautiful selection of hyacinths – perfect for the improvements I’ve been making in the garden.   I really care about flowers,  but I’m slow at getting the skills to take care of them.

MD hyac

They look like they need to be put into the earth now;  some of the bulbs are showing.    (Is this natural?  Or are they tipping over?)

I couldn’t help thinking that I got these beautiful flowers,  and now I’ll have to bury them.

MD hyac bulbs underground

I’ve got instructions.    But it sure feels like I”m burying my Mother’s Day flowers!

Just a goofy,  quirky feeling I have.

5 ha ha colors 70

 

When you give yourself cause to smile, or  laugh,     you’re all right!

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