I can't wait to cook.
I'm saving recipes and thinking about setting up a schedule for the first month in the new place, inviting folks over to enjoy the bounty.
In my last place, I did not unpack quickly enough but in this new joint -- I promise myself -- I'm going to unpack in a fury and get to settling in within a month.
Besides reading and writing, my third avocation is cooking. Well, eating comes before cooking but it's the chicken and the egg thing.
Fat guy gotta eat.
As I anticipate the move, I simply cannot spend time thinking about the most useless news of the day -- Will Smith slapping Chris Rock at the Oscars Sunday. I do not have an operating television to watch nor do I have an operating interest in actually watching.
I simply don't care.
It doesn't crack my top 100 concerns of the day.
Here are my first top 10:
-- How is Kid doing?
-- How is mom doing?
-- How is family?
-- What about my friends?
-- Have I treated every person today with dignity and respect?
-- Have I imbued every human interaction with real sincerity? Have I connected?
-- Have I enjoyed the moment?
-- Did I stay in the moment?
-- Did I chew slowly, identifying tastes?
-- What did the Green Bay Packers so?
I try to break down complex, overwhelming problems of the day into what I can control. And that is how I act and react to others.
So when I move back into a place with an address, everyone will be invited over to my join for some drinks, Julia Childs recipes and some decent -- even indecent -- conversation.
I won't slap most of you.
Peace unto Ukraina and peace and friendship unto you my brothers and sisters.