Day 194

Hoping for a better day. Long sleep and I’m feeling alert and ready for more. I want to do the physical therapy exercises. Yesterday my body said NO and this morning, I feel the need to stretch and move. So, water orchids, water the garden, walk, go to church. Haven’t been for a month and I need to define my relationship with church. If I’m in, then be in. If I’m out, then be out. This wavering is tiresome. Get moving.

POH

Way back in the 70’s I was into healthy eating. With the help of Adele Davis’ cookbook, Let’s Cook It Right, I started baking bread. Every Saturday morning I would bake two loaves that didn’t last long enough to cool. The same morning I would set a pan of beans or soup and my teen-aged kids would show up with friends just as the bread came out of the oven. It was a good time in our relationships. The pleasure of baking bread is not only in the appreciative eaters, but in the process. Watching the yeast begin the process and adding everything good for the body. The kneading, the watching the rising dough, the wonderful smells of the dough and especially the smell of the fresh bread. I branched out and made cinnamon rolls, bread sticks, pizza dough, sourdough bread and pancakes. It was therapy from the week at school and a bonding with the family.