badminton trials
building weights with drills and logs
and making meringues
not a perfect day
(no day lived in fear can be)
but we’re sure trying
Coronatine, Day Seventeen
health
Coronatine, Day Sixteen
a neighborhood walk
(though not in my neighborhood)
is good for the soul
Coronatine, Day Twelve
let me rephrase this:
my students are scared to death
their families could die
they don’t need English
they don’t need online teaching
they need love from us
i wish they could see
the beauty of this sunset
and find hope in it
but like these cracked streets
they’ve lived nothing but cracked lives
(and now they’re trapped here)
here! land of the free!
opportunities waiting
for someone (not them)
yes, i’m a cynic
cause i know without faces
relationships die
Coronatine sucks
the life from all we’ve worked for
and how will it end?
Coronatine, Day Ten
here are my children
throwing frisbees in the park
(they’ve never done this)
quarantine, day nine:
presidential rampages,
orders to stay home
just look at my son:
showing pup what he can do
with our family
card and board games win
(break news cycle doom and gloom)
We WILL get through this.
Coronatine, Day Nine
trying to find peace
in simple, everyday walks
with green below snow
Coronatine, Day Six
our lives lived in lines
hoping that this snow will pass
and leave us with spring
Coronatine, Day Four (At Least There’s a Dog)
we survived day four
(survival: tears, backtalk, cards)
now it’s day by day
Costco Corona
as the line suggests
we’ve all rushed imminent death
trying to buy food
Pack Up the Car
a bluebird ski day
will forever be worth it
(Colorado love)
Instead of Bitching…
Tuesday win! I found this great recipe for one of my favorites, chicken marsala. That’s right, on a blah Tuesday night, I made chicken marsala!
Only instead of fettuccine, penne; instead of fresh thyme, dried thyme; instead of a purple shallot, a red onion; instead of heavy cream, evaporated milk; instead of chicken broth, vegetable broth; instead of mushrooms, artichoke hearts and cream of mushroom soup (40% less fat); and last but not least… instead of marsala wine, cooking wine mixed with Botabox Pinot Noir.
I know you’re jealous. It takes a really creative digger to be this good of a Tuesday night chef.
And instead of complaining, all the kids said they preferred this version instead of the original.
So instead of bitching, I’ll just enjoy these leftovers tomorrow.
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