NaPoWriMo Day Three

Thank You For These Groceries

I always cooked before, and
then I stopped. Mostly stopped.
I didn’t give up eating.
Nor were there no bags
of hopeful pasta, apples
and good sharp cheese.
In solitary pleasure
this week I’ve sliced and
diced and blanched,
washed and stirred.
I rise to make breakfast.
I sit down for dinner.
You ask: I stopped why?
The reason no longer matters
so I am taking it back,
bowls and spices and knives.
And today, with no one,
I ate, grateful for food and
time and reason to be grateful.
Glad my hands remember.
Thank you for these groceries.
Thank you for letting me
remember the pleasure
of cooking and eating.
Thank you for this food.
Amen.

Besides doing some cooking and dishwashing (and even a work meeting…), I went out and painted from my car today, in the rain, because… outside.

Finally, I went into my sewing room tonight, thinking maybe I should make a few face masks after all and I pulled a few fabrics, then gave up for the night in part because I had this creepy feeling that I was being watched…