Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Mother McCorkel and Father MacMurray prescribed a head of Boston Lettuce smothered in balsamic for my dispepsia.

Just because I love Boston lettuce, I indulged. I will never pay more than 2 dollars for indulgence, but chocolate, I argued with them. They insisted and I capitulated. I am eating it now. As I walked, they lectured the fatherhood and motherhood theory of mind and thought and theory and reality. What pains in the neck that they lived through were far more enlivened by my dispepsia, than when I am feeling well. After my walk in the store with them, I went home to eat my salad and hope for results from their encouragements and feeding. If that doesn't work, I have a vegetable broth started for dinner. Lentils and rice and a hearty broth for the sick soul.
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
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