chapter twenty seven
This post is in loving memory of my oven.
My faithful old friend finally baked its last cake today.
Thank you for helping me be the best baker I can be, for teaching me the joy of cooking, and the pleasure in the little things in life.
Nothing lasts forever, but what you've taught me will.
Almost fittingly, the last things I baked in this oven are among the most beautiful I've ever made.
I just realised it's almost halfway through February. However cliched this sounds, time does seem to speed up whenever you want it to last just that much longer.
And we all know what the middle of February means, don't we.
A Kiss at City Hall, by Robert Doisneau
This, for me, is what it should look like. Rivalled only by Rodin's The Kiss, this is what it should be.
No candy hearts, no stuffed animals.
But I will make this concession.
Sometimes I think Valentine's Day is a bit of a joke, even more than Christmas.
Imagine if someone's funeral was on Valentine's Day (a bit stupid, but who knows,right..and it's not like he has a say in it…)…no one would bring him wreaths or little bunches of flowers, since they'd probably cost as much as the funeral itself anyway…
But I'm not going to ridicule those of us who choose to express ourselves with commercialised fanfare, chocolate or flowers…hey, everyone needs a little love sometimes.
In other news, BARBIE AND KEN ARE GETTING BACK TOGETHER!
Seriously. It was on the 7 pm news.
(Barbie dumped Ken some time back for this Aussie surfer dude, Blaine. Bad move, babe…surfer dudes are so passe…)
(Surely you've heard of BARBIE DOLLS, right?????)
(Oh man, why do I even know this!!!!)
I finished reading Memoirs of A Geisha today. The book is so much better than the movie, although it isn't unputdownable, so to speak. One of my favourite passages was this:
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
Maybe we just need someone else to show us the way every now and then.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.
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