I'm at my parents' house this afternoon. We are having a Mother's Day dinner. Standing rib roast. I am basically a carnivore, so any roasted flesh sounds good to me. It will be accompanied by vegetables, so there is a healthy element present. As I sit typing this post, I can smell everything cooking. I remember afternoons when I was a kid, coming home from school and smelling spaghetti sauce on the stove or beef roast/ham/chicken in the oven. I know it's probably not good to associate food with love, but I do associate those kitchen smells with my mother's devotion to us.
I know, on Sunday, I'm supposed to write about one of my favorite things. However, I'm going to use this post to make one more request for Summer Programming suggestions. Tomorrow, I will unveil my new weekly line-up of posts. I have some idea of what posts I'm thinking of canceling. I also have some idea of new posts I'm going to introduce.
Again, I will continue with The Catcher in the Rye. That is a year-long commitment to Holden and company. Aside from that, all bets are off. Rye Dip Monday may be a thing of the past. Good Reads Saturday may be going on hiatus for the summer. I haven't decided. And that's one of my favorite things: new writing projects. I love the opportunity to create something I haven't created before. Maybe a serialized novel. Maybe a series of new poems. I don't know.
And that excites Saint Marty.
Confessions of Saint Marty
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