Written on January 18, 2011 by Mz Gina

All but Death, can be Adjusted
by Emily Dickinson

All but Death, can be Adjusted –
Dynasties repaired –
Systems — settled in their Sockets –
Citadels — dissolved –

Wastes of Lives — resown with Colors
By Succeeding Springs –
Death — unto itself — Exception –
Is exempt from Change –

The dead of winter and the long holiday party is over. The tree is tucked away until next year; the house is back in order. (Even the tinsel stragglers appear to be gone, or it will be at least July before one will show up.) The snow has fallen too many times, it is not even pretty anymore. Closets and drawers have been reorganized to fit the new things -out with the old, unwanted and unused. Most resolutions have been broken with the usual speed, if not faster. Going to have a take charge attitude this year. (This last resolution shall not fail.)

Beginning with my health; still sick and out of work for 4 1/2 months. (It stinks when you are not playing ‘hookie’ from work and not out having fun instead.) Gathering up my records myself, obtaining that second opinion and addressing the secondary issues that are hindering the main health problems. I plan to know and understand, as much if not more than each doctor. (Only my education will not be so costly.) Nor will my younger age, lead to ignoring that, that is what I am feeling. So I will command that the doctor listen and accept the facts, next find the proof for what I said and then the reason why things are this way. Maybe we can even find a solution to fix things, there’s a novel idea. (No more humoring me and assuming, until we stumble onto that factor -that yeah you are right, that is what you feel, duh? Wow, maybe this should have been looked into sooner, you think?) I am going to feel better! For I am young!

Next. Disgusted with these winter grey skies, pulling down the shades until they are gone. The cold and dreary days are dismissed, making plans for spring. Color my world. Until then, I shall sew bright, warm and glowing pieces of material together making a warm quilt. (Should be done by spring when the world comes alive with the return of color in it.) In between sewing, reading a good novel and learning how to use my new camera, will suffice. (Cannot wait for nice weather, so I can take those outdoor pictures I want everyone to capture through my eyes?) Until the nice weather comes, the precious little girl in my life learned to say cheese and model, and the dog has been known to be a good picture taker on occasion –this will be a great way to get familiar with using the camera. (If all else fails and my eye for taking a picture is only in my head -I will learn how to ‘fudge’ them and improve them on the computer. But my take charge attitude says I will master this, without the computer!)

Finally, I will keep the aroma in the air filled with the authenticity of good food, slowly cooking. A warm hearty soup on the coldest of days, and a chili or beef stew slowly simmering throughout a snowy day. Succulent roasting chicken with the sweet odors of herbs complimented by rosemary roasted potatoes. All to liven the sense of smell to the same height and distinguished purity of a crisp welcomed fine spring day.

That darn, ground hog better not see his shadow– I could seriously lose it. I hear there is such a recipe as Groundhog Stew.

In memory of those we lost this holiday season and their families; and for those who fight to live at this moment, our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Happy Birthday, Sis!!!

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