Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Odds and Ends No. 56

Deluge begins


I didn’t plan to write today because of my eyes.
I had just finished making a cucumber salad
for tonight and sat down on the love seat to

rest my eyes. New eyeglasses not due until
next week. I couldn’t look at another screen
of any kind or print in any form. Before I

made the cucumber salad, I had another nose-
bleed as I sat at my laptop. I have a history of
nosebleeds, so it is more inconvenient than

anything else. But I had to tell you this. After
the nosebleed, I shut the Mac and went into
the kitchen to make the cucumber salad.

Just in the time I’ve written this much, the
deluge has diminished. The raw power of it
was unnerving and unexpected. It was four

door to door…

something and getting black outside. I took
the English cucumber out of the fridge and
cut it into a mountain of paper-thin slices.

I pulled out a medium size metal mixing
bowl and threw them in. Next, an onion.
I halved it and cut a whole bunch of again

paper-thin slices. Half-moon shaped. I
pulled them apart gently by hand and put
the thin half-moons in the same bowl. Then,

I grabbed the Kosher salt container that
sits behind the cutting board and sprinkled
in two big pinches of salt. The pepper

grinder felt light. So, I refilled it with a
handful of peppercorns and peppered the
contents of the bowl. The cucumber was

cold; the onion was not. Well, I added one
third cup of apple cider vinegar with two
thirds ice-cold water. I did a mix, mix, mix;

whisk, whisk, whisk with a dinner fork and
large slotted spoon. Why I don’t know but
sliced cucumber always sticks to itself. So,

I tossed and separated as I went. I put
plastic wrap tightly on the bowl, stuck
the bowl in the freezer, and set my iPhone

timer for fifteen minutes. I needed to get
a chill on that going as dinner is not far
off. It was then that I sat down to rest my

eyes. The deluge started with claps of
thunder reminiscent of the Midwest; seldom
heard or seen here in the desert. The wind

blew and the rain literally poured off the

window to window…

roof and down all sides of the house. What
a show of force in sight and sound! I ran

from window to window, door to door
looking out at its majesty. Don’t worry, I
didn’t miss the alarm. The salad is in the

fridge getting yummy for dinner. At this
very verse the rain came to a dead stop.
It is so quiet I can hear the silence.

She will send me a text soon. Lets me know
she’s about ten or fifteen minutes out, then
I’ll get the rest of our meal cooking.

(Psst! She doesn’t need to know I put it in
the freezer; that was just between you and
me.) Hope it is good. Should be. G’nite.

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