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Showing posts with label happy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happy. Show all posts

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Holiday Cheer





Get rid of holiday blues
Be simple
Be kind


Make 
wreaths
fir branches, collect 
pine cones, eucalyptus, 
no poison ivy Toyon holly thornless
cactus is gorgeous but succulents are easy
green / red plants, wire, hangers, gloves, fishing line
bunches work same as cooking raw spinach, shrinks down.
Spruce, juniper berry, marjoram, pine essential oils no diffuser?
few drops on a plate cheer your soul
Be simple
Be kind

Hot soup - 
roast pumpkin cut in half 
(seeds removed skin on, soft face up to moon) 
generous olive oil in the pan, sprinkle cinnamon and nutmeg
bake until the flesh is caramel brown and the house smells yummy
No pumpkin? Use butternut squash, fine chop: onion and garlic
portions unmentioned, saute in olive oil in big pot until clear 
add stock, salt, pepper, curry, add roasted gourd in the pot 
and simmer. Check and smash as it steams
To put in bowls use a spoon
of Greek yogurt
or go ahead
add heavy 
whipping
 cream 
Share 
with 
great 
bread




Melting Hat Story

Woman waits for her ride,
brown bag covers white hair.
Sorrel melts in the rain.
Linda asks, "You need a lift?"
"No, my friend is in route."
Inside the Pack and Ship store
lights shine on bubble wrap.
Linda enters, buzzer rings.
She's on camera overhead.
"May I ask a favor?" 
Man looks up from his T. V.
"No." he answers.
"See the lady out front?"
"Yeah, she sent a package."
"May she wait inside from the storm?
He looks up queerly, "Sure, You know her?"
"No but thank you kindly, really thank you."
Linda returns to the barrage, shouting over noise
of traffic and hail.
"Come inside. I'll wait for out here your friend."
"She might miss me?"
Linda insists, the old woman explains 
the make and model of the driver's car.
Windshield wipers of Linda's car keep
time with music on the radio. 
The woman now inside the store, 
with the man,
he  leans forward over the counter.
They smile.


Tamale Share Story

Rose waits in line at the mercado for masa. 
Grandmother's gone, but she holds 
 traditions of preparing tamales for 
Christmas Eve. 
The opportunity gathers teenage children 
as a binding party before the holiday. 

Ten dozen tamales 
pork, chicken, and pineapple
The recipe takes 120 ojas (cornhusks) and 
fifteen pounds of prepared masa. 
Rather than mix cornmeal, shortening oil, 
baking powder, and salt by
hand she orders pre-made dough. 
Braised and pulled meats steam at home. 
Daughter stirs the fillings and juices.


The mercado cannot locate the woman in front of Rosa's order. 
"Sold out, perhaps tomorrow, after six, we'll have extra to sell."
The woman ahead of Rosa looks down as if to cry.
"The bus doesn't run tomorrow, I planned to make these
tonight for my Bisabuela in the rest home with extra for nurses."
"Sorry, tomorrow, next in line."
Rosa interjects,"how many pounds do you need?"
"Five, it's okay, I'll buy the dry ingredients and start right away, maybe
I'll have them ready for lunch tomorrow.
"Cut a third off my order." Rosa says.


Caroline Gerardo copyright 12/25/2016

Friday, October 14, 2016

Golden Retriever Smile Recipe


 Smile recipe:
1 dog
1 ball
1 lake

watch her swim
 water shakes off
wild laughter.

Caroline Gerardo October 2016 copyrights reserved


Friday, January 8, 2016

Waves Pound Haiku



Fingers hurt from work ~ thousand waves pound my muscles ~ rowing almost there.

It's Friday
I balance three employment activities
You do two things in this gig economy.
292 thousand new jobs added

Looking forward with joy to finishing
the construction work on the house and
downsizing.
Never never never use mastic to glue to drywall
Words of warning
We hung this beautiful blue cork board on son's wall
A mountain where he hung congratulations certificates,
blue ribbons, and photographs of teams and friends.
When he left for college the awards came down.

Misty ocean calls ~ lighthouse horn reminds from far ~ of the happy house.

2 haikus, thoughts and a video to make you smile
Caroline Gerardo
2016


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Star Gazing


meteor

Wanderlust 
star gazing though
I'm no astronomer.
Eyes are meteor tired this morning 
Sticking to my goals, worked late at the office,
ate healthy, edited twenty pages, hiked to the
canyon to see the Perseids shower alone.
How can I say alone when a crowd reached to see?
Strangers whispering and waiting for the sky to open,
sharing a moment with the ancients who sought answers.
Did the Greeks see the same gods as the Shosone?
Firmament reflecting earth, she delivered a 
few omens for us. A child spotted the most.
I'm sending you stars to light your way.
You know what bad habit to drop, execute the 
difficult chore first, don't waste morning on emails.
Get close to your dream right now.
I hand you the wishing star my friend.


antique star sky map poem


northern sky