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I love this postcard. In all the years I lived in San Francisco, I had never seen a picture of Lombard St. ("the crookedest street in the world") when it was under construction Household Hints from A Medieval
Home Companion: A dish for unexpected guests A meat dish to make quickly for supper when guests drop in unexpectedly, and there is nothing else in the house. For ten dishes, take twenty long slices of cold dinner meat and beef, small like slices of bacon, and fry them in fat in a pan on the fire. Take the yolks of six eggs and a little white wine, and beat them together until you are tired. Combine this with the juice of the meat and the old verjuice (new verjuice will make it turn). Boil this mixture without the meat and then set it out in dishes along with two strips of meat per dish. When there is not enough meat to go around, some people dish up the broth, and set before four people a platter with five slices of meat and the broth with it. I am a theatre critic OK...so it's a new "career", but if you're interested in reading my reviews, go here Updated 2/11/01 WHAT I'M READING... Christmas gift from my friend, Diane, who felt it was time I learn more about Australia also He, She and It Steve tells me I have to read this book. WHAT I WATCHED... SURVIVOR, of course. That's it for today!
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A WORLD WITHOUT MIRRORS The If Collaboration poses the following writing topic for this month: If given the challenge, 2 March 2001 I visited my therapist today. It was actually a good session. Much better than last week. I’m feeling in a level place, calm, settled, and actually...good. No tears this week. We sat and discussed antidepressants, which we talked about last week. We agreed to give it a bit more time. See if the calm, settled feeling remains. When I left the office, my step was sprightly, a smile was on my face, thinking of the happy topics we had just discussed. I got into the car, buckled up the seatbelt and glanced in the rear view mirror to check for cars behind me before I backed up. When I looked in the mirror there was a face looking back at me. It wasn’t the happy, pretty person who walked out to the car. In the mirror was the same morbidly obese, ugly woman who stares back at me whenever I look into a mirror. It didn’t really bother me to see this creature. I see her every day. But the question of the If Collaboration popped into my head. Could I live without a mirror for a week? In the mirror of my mind lives a picture that Walt used to carry around in his wallet for years. It’s a girl with a nice smile, a defined waist, no flab on her arms, who dares to wear white. I was below my ideal weight in that picture, but had come from a childhood of fat and had fat very definitely ingrained in my psyche. I could fit into a size 10 in those days and my uncle teased me unmercifully because I was obviously too fat to ever wear something as small as a size 10. When I became pregnant it was a great excuse for the weight and I gave myself carte blanche to take advantage of it. Through the childbearing and breastfeeding years, there was always that comforting layer of fat that I had a good excuse for. Then there were the see saw dieting years...down 30 lbs, up 50, down 80, up 100. Over and over again. Through it all, the mirror always tells the truth--diet or not, the figure in the mirror is fat. To me she is ugly. I haven’t worn makeup in about 20 years. I never learned how to use it and the older I get, the worse my eyesight gets, so now even if I wanted to wear makeup, I can’t see clearly enough to apply it. No need for a mirror here. My wardrobe is small and uncoordinated. Omar the Tentmaker’s line from several seasons ago, I guess. But even when I’m "put together," there is still that ugly person staring back at me from the mirror. Could I live without a mirror for a week? Without a mirror the pretty woman who walked out of the therapist’s office would always be the way I "saw" myself in my mind’s eye. I could "see" that person whom people I love tell me is beautiful. I would present a more confident face to the world if I didn’t have to catch a glimpse of what that face really looked like. Could I live without a mirror for a week? I could live without a mirror forever. The Last Session |
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