Another Day

Another Day. Another Day.
I seem to say that every day.
Is there no other way for me to say,
Another day has passed?



Saturday, Oh Saturday

A hike in morning to clear the mind
Space inside my brain I find

Nature draws away my stress
Feelings of relaxation are the best

Soon it is a quiet afternoon
A time to rest and whistle a tune

I write down thoughts as they come
Word after word, there’s more than┬ásome

I seek a book I can read out loud
No one can hear my voice, a sound

And so I close my eyes for a nap
Then my book, it falls in my lap

Another great Saturday, its’ a winner
Before I know it, it’s time for dinner

Garlic, don’t breathe on me!

My eyelids are heavy from a dinner of tortellini and Caesar salad. I love the taste of pesto on my tortellini, I just don’t like tasting it for the next 24 hours. At least when I have pesto it satisfies my palate for weeks, if not months. I like pesto because it is easy to make and serve. Just cook the pasta and stir in the pesto – then eat! Making the pesto itself isn’t hard either, although it seems like I hardly ever make it from scratch.

Why don’t I make pesto from scratch? It seems a matter of ingredients (is it thyme?). No, not thyme, it is time! Either I buy the basil and it withers and browns to an unusable state (because I didn’t have time to make the pesto) or I have the time, but I don’t have the fresh basil. Maybe this is the reason I like to cook from canned or frozen foods – because of the availability issue (time and ingredients).

Tonight I stuffed myself with store-bought pesto on my tortellini and enjoyed lounging and reading a good book by the pool. Sometimes I have thyme for pesto, but unfortunately you don’t need that ingredient for it. Also, tonight I just don’t care that I didn’t have the basil, because I can always find other fun activities to do with my time – or thyme? Either way!