Instead of looking out the window, we look at our Facebook or some other app on our phone. YouTube. Podcast. Text. Email. Weather. News. Stocks. Least harmful – WFUV radio and Shazam!
Instead of rolling down our windows, we breathe in the circulated air from the car.
Instead of growing a meadow we use gas to cut the grass and leaf blower backpacks to umm blow leaves. The neighbors will be mad if we don’t cut our lawn and dandelions. But what about the benefits to the liver and the bees and the pops of color. Who decides what is beautiful and who is free? (Not your Mom) Who decided who goes in the ring to be consumed in the colosseum? (Don’t tell me;I’ll get the book or see the movie)
If they were here today, what would their position be? No guardrails, no sense, take this screen, it’s taking my life. It’s the colosseum ; i’m the prisoner. It’s the lion or the bear it’s the uhhh…tiger coming after me. It’s the fight, it’s the flight, it’s the freeze. I miss the one hour wait for pictures when I was a kid. Or before that; the mailing away for them. The waiting. There’s no waiting. Unless you’re a kid waiting for your life to start. Waiting for someone to show up. Waiting for an explanation of why they’re not here. And why we spend so much of the time looking down, not out, or in.
Coming soon, our favorite popover recipe.
Do you give a crepe that I tried making them last night? It was a delicious success, but I don’t envision myself making them again. Instead I see myself making mini almond tortes in the new mini springform pans my father ordered from 
