And…I am moving…I am moving…to the condo that I just found out has been already rented. Surprise!! I am just chillin…what is one to do? Homeless is not an option. Thanks God for storage companies. I can always ask the big mouse for lodging. No, not a good idea. Enough of the mouse. Other alternatives will develop over the weekend. Need to make things happen. Who’s in control here, beside the Almighty? Don’t have the foggiest idea.
Divine intervention!!!! Just what I needed right now. My angelic neighbors, Miss Kim, Miss Hannah and little Miss Loran are my saviors in moments of desperation. Fresh vegetables from their own garden, and zucchini bread made by Miss Hannah, from a recipe on the internet from Miss Paula Deen. I already had two pieces…feel like Mrs. Michelin. Rolls are developing as I type in the middle of my body. It is delicious. She added some nuts. Healthy and good for my mental state right now.
What am I going to do when I leave this part of my earthly journey? I surely will miss them and so many other very significant people in my life…but have to keep on moving. Gypsy blood, my mother told me. It works for me.
This was not my typical posting. This was a literal “sancocho.” Meaning a mix of different things that showed up into my life today. Sancocho is a Dominican thick-soup-mix with chicken, pork, plantains, yucca, and other tubers. Garlic, salt, pepper, cilantro and other good stuff is all added in. Usually while you have sancocho, someone is playing the guitar, and yes, a lot of Dominican Rum. Don’t care for the rum, but it is part of the party spirit.
So it was today…a day of surprises, very good ones and delicious, others that I am still trying to figure out what’s their meaning, but all is good.
I will be back on Monday…hopefully with more interesting news on my move to the Sunshine State.
Your Happy Contessa
“It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.” Georgia O’Keeffe, American modern artist. 15 November, 1887 – 6 March, 1986.