It is hot and sticky today--as it has been since I returned from cool and windy Ireland. I am not used to this weather and thus find myself a lot more uncomfortable than I would normally be in August. The sky, however, is a mass of interesting cloud formations. I have also noticed the abundant variety of trees in our area--maple, oak, cherry, dogwood, birch and ash. Everything is flowering; crimson and yellow flowers dot the roadsides and front yard gardens.
I am back to work this week. Meanwhile I'm thinking of how to internalize what I learned this summer so the writing continues. For every day I don't write, it takes three days to get back to the writing--Geraldine told me this and it is true. I have taken a break since I returned home, concentrating on the mundane and the important--paying bills, cleaning, renewing my contacts with friends and family. Goals were developed this summer. I hope to make them as much a part of my life as work and relationships.
I went to Ikea for the first time today--not a literary experience but certainly an interesting one. It's rather overwhelming--huge and filled with colors, textures and choices. Probably the best part of the experience was dinner at a random Italian restaurant* where I had the second best Puttanesca sauce of my life--it was subtle and redolent with flavor. Having seen the film Julia and Julie this week, I realize that I am a bit of a "foodie" though French food is way too rich for my tastes. Good food can be like music or poetry--layers of flavor that are revealed slowly. So--I will write Puttanesca this week--tangy, with undertones of saltiness, the texture of whole tomatoes, capers, onions, and Kalamata olives.
*The name of this restaurant will be revealed to anyone who asks.
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