oops, I fell asleep for the last 10 hours. How does that happen?
Join my newly formed church of italianfoodology. I totally forgot how friggin awesome a cook I am. I might make lasagna tomorrow.
Cold but pretty. Walked to the store and bought a little cinnamon candle. Cleaned house. Baking cheese ravioli. Yeah, I bake it. I think I’ll need a nap too.
EXCITING LIFE
“It’s best to learn to enjoy your own company you see. We are all lost, We are all…shipwrecked. The only control is knowing how to build a raft, but you got to should accept there won’t always be materials for a raft, you know. And even if you can swim there’s there is sometimes there’s no where to swim to but perhaps another deserted island.”
My Mimi had beautiful handwriting, but this gives me the impression she was a profoundly lonely woman.(I added her strikeouts as they appear in the letter.)
I don’t think a blog will ever be as interesting as reading a stack of little books used as diaries, or personal letters. Even rambling, badly written run on sentence too many ellipses letters.





