"Nutty" Monday

Like I said in yesterday's post, today is a new day (except it was tomorrow, yesterday!).

Today, is a new day. Today, it rained instead of snowed. Today, I let my ideas "germinate" because I sat and thought of many things and I let these thoughts simmer for a few hours, just like a good stew or chili! I read cryptic stories by Joyce Carol Oates and these stories casted a strange feeling over me. A pressing feeling. A feeling of spontaneous dread. Spontaneous because I felt it in the most unexpected places at the most unexpected times. Walking down the steps. While feeding Warden. Checking for mail. Dread because it made my stomach sink, like I was about to receive...bad news.

So, I decided to go for a walk. I saw many things on my walk. There was this woman that just stood on the sidewalk, talking to her shoelaces. There was a man that crossed the street with a newspaper stuffed inside his pants pocket. It made me want to grab a newspaper of my own and roll it into a tube and carry around in my hand until my hand turned gray. I saw my reflection in the hospital windows and I decided that the architecture of this establishment of hope and unabashed suffering was not aesthetically appealing to me. Too bulky! Too demanding on the senses!

I got hungry.

I walked to the grocery store because my mind chanted, "Food! Food! Food! Butter! Food! Food! Food! Food!"

Fast Forward.

I made a delicious butter. It was a hazelnut mint butter. Strange, I know, but I might have forgotten the mint, because I couldn't taste it! Ha! So it was more like a hazelnut butter. And who doesn't love hazelnut and is named Curt G. Jimenez?

You tell me!