expiry

My drive to blog is expiring. Even the loosened fingers perch idle over the keys as I think about going back to bed - - up way too early, but WTH, last evening I was so exhausted that I was asleep for the night between seven-thirty and eight o'clock, opened eyes to look at the clock reading 11:30 PM and back to sleep. Open eyes again at 1:30 AM ending a weird dream in which five men, shady characters, were caught having a meeting in my bathroom and refused to leave even when I brought in a police officer to force them out. The officer went out and returned with a rifle, but they ignored us and went on with their meeting. In hospitality, I brought them a plate of sandwiches, which led the police officer, a woman, to think I wasn't serious about expelling them. When I woke up at 1:30 they were still in there. 

It was a big bathroom, with huge, comfortable brown leather English-club-type chairs. 

Anyway, up at 1:30, sat outside on 7H porch enjoying life, Time, and the Universe for ten or fifteen minutes; turned on my coffee and made a sandwich. Then two thirty-minute sessions on the under-desk exercise walker while enjoying my magic mug of hot & black and the sandwich - - two slices of Pepperidge Farms very thin sliced whole wheat bread, lightly buttered, then heavy with the last of the TJ's chicken liver  pâté, which I ration out so it lasts as long as possible. Who knows, maybe more will appear around Fathers' Day. 

Here's what AI says about it. Trader Joe’s offers a popular and budget-friendly Truffle Mousse Pâté made with Chicken Liver. It is a smooth, creamy French-style spread blended with mushrooms, sherry wine, and brandy, finished with a layer of savory aspic (meat jelly) at the bottom.

As part of my rationing, I find that when I have two, one freezes well for a couple of weeks. Also, the aspic layer is protective on top, not on the bottom. 

There's still the temptation to order chopped chicken liver from Russ & Daughters Deli in New York, which friends have said is the absolute best ever. In fact, I've been on their website a couple Times and loaded up a shopping cart with the chopped liver and their pickled herring, but deleted it and come back home because the shipping is as costly as the items themselves, nomesane?

There's that song rolling around my brain, "Life Gits Teejus, Don't It," and another song that appeared apparently out of nowhere, "You call everybody darlin' - - and everybody calls you darlin' too. You don't mean what you're sayin', it's just a game you're playin' - - but you'll find someone else can play the game as well as you! If you call everybody darlin', then love won't come a knocking at your door - - and as the years roll by, you'll sit and wonder why - - nobody calls you darlin' any more." Remember that one? 

Songs appear, torment me for a day or so, and move on like Carl Sandburg's fog. The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. That's the way these songs do. Some are love songs that roll in from my teen years, some are songs we used to sing in class at Cove School, some are hymns or praise songs. It's always something, one damn thing after another.

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Our lectionary readings for last Sunday were excellent, and I thought at the Time to write a couple of blogposts about them, but it didn't happen. I had another of my old Time Sunday afternoon high priestly naps instead. 

2 B perfectly clear, life here in 7H is not at all teejus. It's all good.

RSF&PTL

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