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.



  1. Love the visuals of each and every page the moment after consumption.
    You did not thwart this story. It is almost certainly a classic before its time, tho you are bound to be sued or cursed at the very least by the KoT.

  2. So...I'll that edit that part out and anyone that reads this since now will wonder what you were talking about...-J

  3. Hi Jayne. Okay, Lonnie, I may be an uncertain one(?)
    but I enjoyed this post.
    Shocking, how quickly we become "elder", and how little we see ourselves "changed" by age.(I still feel 35, even though I am much older than that!)