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Odds and Ends No. 61

My stomach made it clear from the get go
today that it would be a hot tea day. Sweet
with creamer, no milk; food to the light

and non-spicy side. So far so good. Having
spent most of the afternoon working on
my Vietnam book, my eyes need a break

and another cup of tea sounds great. (Be
back in a few…) Progress on the book is
slow, but it is really starting to look and

read like a real good book. Why am I here
today? Good question. After a few haiku in
a row, I thought it best to talk about other

stuff. I was supposed to go in to get a flu
shot today, but they ran out of vaccine, so
I rescheduled for next week. (I said I’d be

back, but I didn’t go make the tea yet. Now
is good.) Brewing as we speak! Sometimes,
I don’t want strong; this is one of those

times. Lipton for four minutes works for me
today. I love powdered creamer in hot tea;
more so than in coffee. It takes less for tea.

Dinner will be light, so maybe a cookie or
two (or three) will go nicely. I’m sitting here
nodding my approval as I think I deserve

a treat today. (First treat all week.) If you
aren’t nice to yourself, you won’t be nice
to anyone else, don’t you know. Lovely cup

of tea. Crunched the three cookies but I’m
only down a third in the mug. Not a problem.
Sipping and day dreaming is good. So, as I

sit here, I’m wondering if I’ll ever get to
walk El Camino de Santiago, or if I’ll ever
be able to visit or move to Israel. Fact is I

have a history of my dreams and reality not
matching up. That is okay. I’m thankful for
the things I got to do. I’m not going to

regret the things I didn’t get to do or the
things I failed at. I look forward to what
lies beyond this lovely cup of tea.

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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.)

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