Practicing Domesticity: An Almost Blenders Night

Thursday, April 14, 2011

An Almost Blenders Night

This evening Michelle was going to bring us Blenders. Then I had to ruin it.

I told her I was going to buy ice cream to bring to writer's corner later that evening if she wanted any. Problem.

Michelle then said that she had wanted to bring us Blenders. But it was supposed to be a surprise, which she had ruined by telling me. Bigger problem.

Then she said she'd bring us either one and informed me that she didn't know that I liked ice cream. Biggest problem.

I may not be the biggest sweets person - I can actually name all the desserts I like: ice cream, tiramisu, creme brulee, panna cotta, gelato, frozen yogurt (usually), cheesecake (sometimes), carrot cake (fewer times), and oreos (they count).

I also am a fan of pretty much anything with coffee in it. And now I like tea.

So, what I'm trying to say is that I'm not the pickiest eater...I just don't like some things. That's all.

But, anyway, Michelle duly bought us cookies and cream and mint cookies and cream ice cream and we ate them out of tupperware containers with massive spoons (this is what happens when the dishwasher is run).

And it was wonderful.

As you may notice, however, it doesn't look all that wonderful. Don't worry, that has nothing to do with the ice cream - it's only the biggest paper of my life to this point.

Apparently Brad isn't too concerned with his.

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What I Learned From My Mother

by Julia Kasdorf

I learned from my mother how to love

the living, to have plenty of vases on hand

in case you have to rush to the hospital

with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants

still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars

large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole

grieving household, to cube home-canned pears

and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins

and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.

I learned to attend viewing even if I didn’t know

the deceased, to press the moist hands

of the living, to look in their eyes and offer

sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.

I learned that whatever we say means nothing,

what anyone will remember is that we came.

I learned to believe I had the power to ease

awful pains materially like an angel.

Like a doctor, I learned to create

from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once

you know how to do this, you can never refuse.

To every house you enter, you must offer

healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,

the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.

Source: Sleeping Preacher (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1992)

Alone

by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

The Silence

by Wendell Berry

Though the air is full of singing
my head is loud
with the labor of words.

Though the season is rich
with fruit, my tongue
hungers for the sweet of speech.

Though the beech is golden
I cannot stand beside it
mute, but must say

"It is golden," while the leaves
stir and fall with a sound
that is not a name.

It is in the silence
that my hope is, and my aim.
A song whose lines

I cannot make or sing
sounds men's silence
like a root. Let me say

and not mourn: the world
lives in the death of speech
and sings there.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

An Almost Blenders Night

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