Possibly tedious random thoughts from a page out of a notebook, in one paragraph, split.
Dream of a cookbook called The White Bag. The pages are packed with elaborate recipes of incredible sounding deserts described in superlatives. The tease is - next to each recipe there is a photo of a well laid plate, empty except for a few crumbs, a sticky fork and a soiled napkin.
The infamous elderly mom and middle-age daughter, cousins of Jackie BKO. The duet are rich, living in a slummed mansion in Hampton. They eat cat food paté on crackers and fight over mundane things. A dangerous combination of stubborn, compulsive and impatient. These women feel like a strange voyeuristic oddity.
Some of us are seeing ourselves cross over into elder-land. I find it weirdly inspiring that the more life experience I acquire the more I resonate with Edith and Eddie.The great part is I rarely get frantic nervous anymore. I wait for it to kick, and again and again...it doesn't.
I find the word ersatz hard to put in a sentence. And the word thwarted. Never hear that spoken aloud, it is seen mostly written in novels.
Note: check if ‘Almost Certainly’ - is a cognitive behavior therapy. And if this has something to do with the Knights of Templar and Free Masons.