Food for thought

A couple of weeks ago, I set myself the goal of posting something here at least once a week. I would have been eating my words had I not remembered in the nick of time.

Todays Prompt from the Daily Post asks “How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?”

Every meal is ‘the best meal of my life’ – though there’s nothing like a mother’s home-cooking and I’d go to the moon and back for my mum to be well enough to cook a family Sunday dinner again. Mmm – that sounds selfish and lazy – I would of course help and wash up after! I’d go to the moon and back however many times it’d take to make my Mum well again even without her cooking!

On a rainy, windy day like today (and generally for circumstances otherwise), the furthest I’m currently travelling for a meal is between the fridge-freezer and the microwave.

I don’t live to eat and I just about manage to eat to live. Although I really should work on improving my diet and making sure I get my five-a-day.

I’ll have to remember that to eat to live, food is fuel – and steer away from the plastic wrapped convenience fillers and go for more of this:

I feel so much better for more raw food in my diet – so it doesn’t necessarily mean more cooking 😉

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Not so prompt…

Yesterday’s Daily Prompt from the Daily Post sets the challenge of naming the 8th deadly sin.

Hit and miss – and being off target…

It has to be setting personal blogging goals, announcing them publically on your blog, then forgetting, letting life carry you away with other things…

• I set a goal here, last month, to refresh on blogging101 tasks. I got about a quarter of the way through and stalled. Never mind, I hadn’t signed up for class and can just keep going in my own time. Some of those tasks are good to go repeatedly or need regular revisiting anyway…
• Eight days ago, I decided I would make a post here at least once a week. Then I forgot as the days slipped by. So this post is a day beyond that deadline – but Sunday is a good day for a sinful post, so be it. And writing about the eighth sin on the eight day since last posting and doing so on a Sunday, seems quite appropriate.

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On a more positive note, I have kept up for the whole of January with the threewordsaday challenge, making a response post every day so far this year (at Snailzpace Daily). I’d like to think I can manage a whole year with it. I’ve also just taken on the extra challenge of working through past prompts from the beginning of threewordsaday. starting yesterday, with an acrostic poem, LIMITS…

I enjoy responding spontaneously to the prompts and I’ve written quite a few poems as a result – just not in my poetry blog – doh! But SnailzpaceDaily is my rough workbook space and many of my responses are just ‘starters’ to go back to. I might start reposting some of my better poems, or those I rework, to my poetry blog and start reviving there soon. Occasionally, I manage a short paragraph of fiction or creative writing I always intend to go back to and write on.

Actually, I’ve a lot of started things I mean to go back to, but never finish yet … so maybe that’s the ninth sin …starting things and leaving them unfinished…

Hoping I’m not guilty of the first seven deadly sins, hopefully I’ll not go to the hell for the eighth and ninth!

Do either my 8th or 9th sin fit for the cardinal sin of ‘sloth’? If so, I maybe have more to worry about than I first assumed!

How about you?  What would you list as the eighth (and ninth) sin? – assuming you’re free of the first seven, but must have one or two minor sins you need to confess?

 

 

BUW101-ass02-1 A room with a view

Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
I’d take a fly through time and space to the future, to a new home, somewhere safe and affordable. Shelter from the cold of winter with all available amenities in good working order. I’d be in working order myself and have independent means somehow. No more week to week, month to month wondering will there still be electric, internet, food? No more can I afford the cost of more than one shower a week? No more worry that this is the occasion that the wrongly wired shower unit might electrocute me during ablutions.

My Christmas tree stands in a corner, gloriously radiant and sparkling. The table’s set for a buffet tea with the grand-children and their presents are wrapped ahead of time and stacked ready for collection during their visit.

My fridge freezer’s bursting with good healthy food and a few beers, a bottle of wine even. The kitchen doesn’t look like a shed! A place for everything and everything it’s place, where the kitchen cupboards are fit to store food and food storage no longer takes living room space. A proper kitchen type floor and no more dust and dirt from a private landlord’s disrepair and the expectation that a private tenant will not only shoulder the burden of debts for excessive unfair rent, but will also use credit to pay for and make good such necessary improvements themselves.

Somewhere on a level. The spare energy to take excercise and build stamina, maybe go for a walk. Somewhere the local kids don’t kick a football against my living room wall. Enough spare lightbulbs for every room and no more need for a wind-up torch indoors during darkness of evenings.

A yard big enough to stretch my legs and have some small gardening enjoyment and still see some sky. No more sprawling hedge higher than my reach, having to balance on a step-ladder on boggy ground to try and keep the height and width down, a few feet at a time and not completed before winter. A garden fence that isn’t blowing over in the wind and so doesn’t need tying to opposite fence posts one way and propping the other, nor needs patching with any pieces of furniture or improvised household items that can be spared.

Windows that are reachable for fresh air and with plenty of daylight. Doors that can be locked when I leave the house knowing there’ s no previous tenant or private landlord coming in while I’m out and no need to blockade a falling apart back-door. Not having to worry about answering the front door to be faced with more excessive rent demands or debt collectors.

A place where I can be well enough to decorate and use the gallons of paint I bought after moving in. A place not too far from a bus-stop and nearer family and friends. A place that family and friends don’t mind visiting. A place to not only call home but to make home and a place to remain…

If I could zoom through space at the speed light, would I leave this home behind?