Friday, May 8, 2015

orange juice and kale salad, in june

ledger:  minus one carton of orange juice

I have no money to grocery shop this month.  My mouth already waters for my favorite beverages, tastes, textures, and smells.  Below are food experiences that I will miss during this month of May:

chilled orange juice
crunchy kale salad
mugs of hot chocolate with a hint of cinnamon
squares of chocolate, sNapPed from a larger bar
slices of warm bread
eggplant casseroles
pots of spaghetti with corn kernels
udon noodles in garlicky sesame sauce
celery gracefully sweating water beads
molehills of steamed sweet carrots
oatmeal before work
the blissful food coma

i can devour a big bowl of kale salad in ten seconds.  my favorite!

Thursday, May 7, 2015

amélie et moi

ledger:  minus one French lesson

That's right.  Today I daydreamed about future times when I can meet with my French tutor again, a sweet guy from the Congo.  I've been studying French for almost four years now, but I'm a slow learner, so I know only about one term's worth of material (basic conversation, the most frequently used verbs, etcetera).  Maybe these daydreams were sparked last night when I hung out with one of my favorite humans, the ever dapper Mister Swan.  Sitting on the shore of the Charles River, right before the sun settled below the horizon, we closed our eyes and silently made  private wishes.

I am proud of myself, says my superego.  I'm a decent teacher.  I clean my home.  I water my plants.  I sweep, and I budget (pennies).  I try, and I am trying to be as organized and healthy as possible.

However, sometimes I will indulgently wish that I could sign up for an intensive French course (preferably in Paris) and, sooner than later, and watch Amélie without the help of any subtitles.  That one tops my bucket list ... along with savoring as many sunsets as I can.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

thirty-second year

ledger:  minus one pair of new sheets

My birthday rolls around next month.  As I approach a thirty-second year of life, it is time to confront the largest problem in my life:  poverty.  I'm not good at mathematics, which could be one of the reasons why I remain broke, but the last time I calculated I figured out that I now earn $18000 per year from an extremely part time job - without any additional sources of income.  In most other respects, I have a wonderful life.  I have a thriving creative practice.  I possess sound health, knocking on wood.  I'm fortunate enough to own many pairs of socks.  (Important in Massachusetts with its long snowy winters!)  I just don't have enough money, which causes stress in my life everyday.  And so begins this daily journal, chronicling the financial tribulations of a Broke Bridget.

linen porn.  i'm ... drooling.