Remember the grind? every day forced awake to dress and roundtrip to the office, then fulfil all those other needs before falling asleep exhausted Did we have a choice? kind of like ants marching out of the nest at dawn – at least they didn’t have to change clothes, earning a bit more sleep well, we finally reached retirement and now when faced with things that need doing, a new question arises Do I have to? and finding so many mind-boggling options for answers, w

I like sweet and salty but my craving is oily butter soaking the toast, the creamy squeeze in each bite before it slips down the throat or slathered over corn on the cob, my lips and chin shining as I pull away coconut chewed to release the sweet white fat till only dry fibers stick to my teeth whipped cream, of course ice cream, even better nuts, seeds, chips, all kinds, anytime yeah, they are like a fix, an injection of heaven when I just can’t take one more bite

if my desert mockingbird were to travel to Nebraska would it need to sing whippoorwill, pheasant, grouse and meadowlark, must it forget its past, forge a new life, an odd bird in a strange land? I almost moved to Portugal – new language, new climate, new food, different traditions unknown bird life but I decided to stay here, surrendering to the nest that will be my last home this place of familiar trees places to eat, easy friends, simple takeoffs and landings, and