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
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
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.
Better check the cucumbers and get the
rest of our meal cooking.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)