Wednesday, September 19, 2012
But I can write a song.
"I am searching for a stay-put serenity to replace my brash wanderer's self-satisfaction." - Vivian Swift, "September" chapter of When Wanderers Cease to Roam
"I was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place, or even precisely what the word faith meant, in all of its complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake. 'You're a seeker,' my mother had said to me when she was in her last week, lying in bed in the hospital, 'like me.'" - Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From lost to found on the Pacific Coast Trail
I love when I read something that describes exactly how I feel, in a way I would never think to articulate. I fail miserably at playing the role of both believer and nonbeliever.
Over the years, I've changed my opinion as to who is my favorite. Stanley has taken top honors. I went through an Andy spell. Michael and Holly together made me happy.
Ultimately, though, it has always been Jim.
Oatmeal-Apple Dog Treats
2 cups flour (whole wheat or all-purpose)
1 cup oats
2/3 c. water
1/8-1/4 c. minced apple
Spoonful of peanut butter
Spoonful of yogurt
1 1/2 tbsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tbsp. ground cloves
1 tbs. oil
1 1/2 tbs. honey
Mix all ingredients and roll dough to 1/4" thickness. If you own one, use your dog bone cookie cutter; if not, use a small knife to hand-carve bone shapes. Bake at 325 for 30 minutes.
I'm just kidding about the hand-carving.