Monday, November 30, 2020

First Snow Night

All heaven and earth

Flowered white obliterate...

Snow...unceasing snow. - Hashin, Japanese Haiku


Photo, VEV, November 2020

Snow falls into the night, kissing the leafless lilac boughs and sturdy ivy branches, even the tops of bird feeders.

And then it covers them up snug with a white quilt and perhaps it says, Sleep tight. Don't let the frost bugs bite. 


First Snow Day



Look!

 

From bleakening skies

 

Blows down


The first breath of wintry wind;



Blossom-sized flakes,


Delicate as lace, fall languidly,


Blanketing everything in white


For those first few hours;


Silencing all trace of the world.


Saturday, November 28, 2020

I'm Thankful For...

It’s Thanksgiving! 

Time to look around us and be thankful for all things, no matter how small or trivial they may seem.

As for me, here are the Top Ten Things I'm thankful for:

10 - Meijer coupons

9 - When you feel like an 'after picture'

8 - Elastic waistbands

7 - Sparrows, shy chickadees and cardinals, darting chipmunks 

6 - Underwear that covers everything it’s supposed to

5 - My bidet

4 - Silent farts

3 - My Phonak earpiece

2 - That I'm not a turkey

And the Number One thing I'm thankful for...

               F A M I L Y :


               My six brothers


                    Hubby


                Daughters

                        Sons-in-law


                       Grandchildren


           And everyone and everything else

                          I've missed.


                There are so many things

        to be thankful for. What are yours?





Thanksgiving dinner: crab legs, corn, Second Daughter's green bean casserole and mashed potatoes, and Second Granddaughter's turkey cake

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Coda: My Sweet Guilty Pleasures

How Do I Love Thee?

Forsooth, I love thee all with the dental cavities,

Smiles from sated hunger, tears of weight gain, of all my 

overweight-threatened life;

Assorted decorated sweets: Baked
by Second Granddaughter,
8 years old





And if God choose,

I, saturated in my bloodstream with glucose

from Second Granddaughter's sugary

confections



and muerto cookies

shall but love thee better

after death.

###








Saturday, November 21, 2020

Tiramisu Cake

How Do I Love Thee?




How do I love thee, Tiramisu Cake?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee with the passion of ladyfingers dipped in coffee

Easing my old griefs in a layer of whipped eggs, sugar, and 

mascarpone cheese

And with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love for coffee-flavored custard I seemed to lose

With my lost saints.

(To be continued)

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Ferrero Rocher Chocolates

How Do I Love Thee?




How do I love thee, Ferrero Rocher Chocolates?

Let me count the ways of your tempting layers.

I love thine whole hazelnut to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.

I love thine smooth cream freely hidden inside a wafer shell, as we 

strive for right.

I love thee purely covered in milk chocolate and hazelnut piece, as

 they turn from praise.

(To be continued)

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Georgia Mud Fudge Blizzard

How Do I Love Thee?

This series is a celebration of my favorite sweets in verse form, inspired by and adapted from Elizabeth Barrett-Browning's well-known Sonnet 43. 


How do I love thee, Georgia Mud Fudge Blizzard?

Let me count the ways.

Thou beastly twenty-one ounce ice cream dessert,

evil incarnate filled with chewy brownie pieces:

I love thee to the depth of your whopping 1,450 calories

and breadth of your 83 grams of fat

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being smothered in rich cocoa fudge

and the ideal grace of pecans blended with soft-serve vanilla.

(To be continued)

Sunday, November 1, 2020

DanR100

Celebrating Dr. Dionisia A. Rola's 100th Birthday

November 1, 2020 

For My Ninang Dan

Normally, I'm distracted.

I go down a rabbit hole when I’m shopping and go in for a gallon of milk and come out with Twix chocolate bars and floral dish towels. 

It’s true.

Once I was late for Vacation Bible School because I went in for cookies and ended up spending an hour checking out the new SHINEShiny lip gloss colors. Or I'd go down the basement storage to retrieve a roll of tissues and totally lose track of time browsing through dusty pages of old foto albums.

Sigh.

BUT NOT TODAY.

It was Ninang Dan's 100th birthday celebration. A surprise Zoom session with 35 or so faculty and students who had been under her wing was scheduled at 5 pm, Philippine time. For me here in Ohio, this translated into four hours past dark thirty.

Of course, I was EXCITED. I was doing cartwheels with my heart.

Like the first time I realized I could wear white pants before and after Labor Day.

And chalk came in colors.

And zucchini could be made into bread.

When I didn't blink.

When I focused.

In my mind's eye, I clearly saw snippets of those years with Ninang Dan.

She said, per a classmate, that never in the history of English 199 had she given a grade of 1. It was for my final paper on recurrent imagery in Blake's writings. Then she asked, Who is this Adoracion Torio? (FYI: the class met only a few times at the beginning; the rest of the semester was allotted for writing papers).

Thus emboldened, with Pond's cream foundation, dressed in a then-fashionable A-line dress, and my hair hiked up to the ceiling - the crowning glory to an incredible ensemble - I went to see her.

I must have made a good impression because she asked if I wanted to teach in UP after I graduated. Excitedly, I said, Yes. She said, Write me a letter of application.

Upon my completion of two years of teaching, she asked, Would you be interested in a faculty fellow local Rockefeller scholarship? Elated, I said, Yes, thank you!

Come time for me to go back teaching, she said, Why don't you go with me to UP Baguio? She had just moved up to be Dean. Again, I said, Of course.

After a year there, it was my time to ask her, Would you please be my Ninang on my wedding day? She said, Yes.

Today, I made sure that I honored all that wonderful history. In fact, I put together a schedule of my time to stay focused. Here was how it went.

Saturday

10:30 pm     Set coffee maker's brew timer to 3 am.

10:45 pm     Watched YouTube Funny Dog videos.

11 pm          Went to bed.

Sunday

2 am            Smelled coffee. Coffee maker didn't know to fall back. Darn.

3:10 am       Realized I was still asleep and not drinking coffee.

3:15 am       Got out of bed.

3:25 am       Watched YouTube Top News to see if I missed anything while I was

                    sleeping.

3:35 am        Searched for outfit that would make me look the skinniest for Zoom

                    session. Frowned at the design choice of mixing stripes with florals.

                    Pronounced it so 2015. Decided PJ bottom ok (no one noticed, 

                    hopefully).

3:50 am       Chose perfect red lipstick, making sure it wasn’t on my teeth.

3:55 am       Logged in to Zoom. 

And my favorite part of writing this post was when I was done.

When I thought I had said all that I needed to say and just when I was going to click publish...

... I had to say one more thing. A Post Script.

Just a little extra something.

P.S.

Dean Rola, Dr. Rola, Ninang Dan: Thank you for having been part of my life. I owe YOU and I love YOU.