Day 283 – If I Had a Hammer


If I Had a Hammer

Day 283

Tools for life by Ivan Donn Carswell

Has life ever dumped you in a heap?
Perhaps you’ve found self belief so strongly
reinforcing that doubt never enters it,
nor divorces you from your own reality.

While I admire conviction I see it an
affliction of the blessed, sign of the righteously
possessed and indeed, a decent place to serve
a sentence for dereliction of self-doubt.

I argue without it I am a cautious man and
easy to live with, I resound like a drum,
resonate to sympathetic percussion,
inflating nothing, merely imitating sound.

I feed on my doubt, I feast into the long night
of feverish dreams, fitfully sleep from crisis
to crisis, I am fêted, riven, inspected,
and reformed in every second of oblivion.

I waken rehabilitated, consummate with
confidence I can face the day’s rigors and
pursue challenges in the same vigorous
way I did yesterday.

And I die in the dawn of each new consequence,
ashamed I have no plan but the rising sequences
of random words, at times inadequate, at others
inspiring, as my tools for life.


I have not been myself of late.  Well, I have been me, but just haven’t felt like me.  Does that make any sense?  When I look out of my eyes colors don’t seem to have the same luster.  When I listen to my favorite music, I am not swaying to the music.  Chocolate isn’t even tasting as good.  Am I in the middle of a winter funk that will end with day light savings?  I sure hope so, because chocolate does NOT deserve this treatment!

Day 264 – Me Want Cookie!

Me Want Cookie!

Day 264

The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
“If mine are here” she moaned with despair
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”
“Too late to apologize she realized with grief”
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief


Chocolate chip, oatmeal, peanut butter, snickerdoodle.  You bring it, I will enjoy it.  Any kind of cookie.  Well, almost any cookie — I’ll leave the ones with raisins and dates for you to enjoy.  But if that is all you have to bring, I will pick around the raisins and dates!  I’m not ungrateful, after all!
I like to bake.  Tonight I baked a few hundred chocolate/caramel chip cookies.  10 dozen will go to Celebrate Recovery at a local jail with one of my pastors, but the rest?  They are in my kitchen.  And they are calling me.
I started the cookie process early today, getting the ingredients mixed together.  3 pounds of real butter, cake flour, more vanilla than most deem necessary, ground oatmeal, lemon juice, baking soda, eggs, refined sugar, brown sugar, sour cream, a hint of cinnamon and lots and lots of baking chips.  Then the cookie batter sat for 5 hours to let the gluten interact with the moisture in it – if you don’t, the cookies tend to get that flat, pancake look and are not even a bit chewy!   The pans were lined with parchment paper and waited.  When it was time to bake, I started to anticipate a nice hot cookie, fresh from the oven.  Each batch was cooked for 11 minutes at 345 F, then was pulled from the oven before baking completely.  They will finish baking on the hot cookie sheet as they cool, which also contributes to a soft, chewy cookie.
After the first batch came out, my family was at the counter begging for the first offerings.  A bit crispy on the outside with chewy, warm cookie on the inside oozing with chocolate and caramel.  Heavenly!  I think I need another cookie.

Day 205 – A Kiss by Any Other Name….

A Kiss by Any Other Name....

Day 205

Kissing time by Eugene Field

‘T is when the lark goes soaring
And the bee is at the bud,
When lightly dancing zephyrs
Sing over field and flood;
When all sweet things in nature
Seem joyfully achime –
‘T is then I wake my darling,
For it is kissing time!Go, pretty lark, a-soaring,
And suck your sweets, 0 bee;
Sing, 0 ye winds of summer,
Your songs to mine and me;
For with your song and rapture
Cometh the moment when
It’s half-past kissing time
And time to kiss again!

So – so the days go fleeting
Like golden fancies free,
And every day that cometh
Is full of sweets for me;
And sweetest are those moments
My darling comes to climb
Into my lap to mind me
That it is kissing time.

Sometimes, maybe, he wanders
A heedless, aimless way –
Sometimes, maybe, he loiters
In pretty, prattling play;
But presently bethinks him
And hastens to me then,
For it’s half-past kissing time
And time to kiss again!

Chocolate.  Right up there at the top of the food pyramid in a food group of its very own.  And Hershey’s Cherry Cordial Kisses?  The very cornerstone of that food group.   sigh…. (I gobbled these up as soon as I turned the camera switch to “off”)