Friday morning started cold and rainy. The thought of going down to the cold garage to make some breakfast leaving a warm bed, certainly was not inviting. Now you may be thinking why I make breakfast in the garage. We started renovation work on our kitchen and so temporarily the kitchen was set up in the garage. As the garage was not originally designed to be used as a kitchen, we have our stove in one corner and the microwave in another corner, the space in between filled with knick knacks and furniture from the living room that also being worked on at the same time. Unfortunately there is no drainage in the garage and no water connection, so the sink and the dish washer could not be hooked up. This old body is getting quite a lot of exercise going up and down the stairs to get water and do some small washing and cleaning. We had to be inventive to reduce use of water as much as possible. Unfortunately it results in unwanted wastes of paper plates, paper towels and plastic cutleries that none of us like. But I digress. As I said, we try to be resourceful to manage with the existing situation. We moved the coffee machine and the toaster to our bedroom so I could have some breakfast on my bed. The eggs can wait.
As I was sipping my coffee in bed, some thoughts came to my mind that I jotted down quickly and sharing below.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
She married poverty and produced frustration.
Dejected, she separated and married wealthy and gave birth to consumption.
Not satisfied, she had a live-in relationship with greedy and fostered corruption.
Now all of us live in confusion and waiting for destruction.
I posted it in a few Whatsapp groups and pat came a response back from my nephew in India : necessity is the mother of invention and obesity is the father of starvation.
Not sure if he was referring to my growing mid-riff. Now I am scratching my head, to starve or not to starve is the question.
I can see the sun through the blinds. Time to get out of the bed. Friday is beckoning to fry some eggs.
This poem is a continuation of my earlier poem, Plotting a Murder: The Trap (https://wp.me/p73yZZ-42S), posted on December 14, 2018. I reproduced the earlier poem at the end of this one.
The saga continues, trap was set and baited,
We gave a free run of the place to the usurpers.
To a long planned vacation we went,
Alas, days had passed and still no carcass. Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill”
Vanishing food from the bowl
Happy that he was eating well
Till I saw some morsels in a corner
Arranged nicely in a row in perfect order Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : The Trap”
It seems I reached a milestone yesterday as was confirmed by WordPress, “Congratulations on writing 500 posts on Fleeting Muse!”. I certainly had not been keeping tabs. I started my blog around November of 2015, so somewhere I must have crossed my two years anniversary but did not realize it.
Initially I thought the milestone was for my first food recipe post yesterday. Incidentally that was the blog that made me achieve the milestone of 500 posts. That post also achieved more “likes” much quicker than any of my poems. That made me think about my blog. As my readers may be aware that my passion is writing poetry. Though I diverge from time to time, I always come back to writing poetry. So why did my recipe got more likes quicker than any of my poems? Hmmm….
Is it because,
1. People like food more compared to reading poems, or
2. I have more potential for success as a food blogger than poet, or
3. The photo of the soup bowl with the recipe was really inviting, or last but not the least,
4. I am a lousy poet ( ouch, that hurts)
Unlike the person on the cartoon, I can’t scratch my head for long. Precious few strands of hair that I have on top are far more valuable than finding an answer to my questions at present. Also my belly is sending distress signals to my brain, warning me to complete my writing at the earliest before it goes into a hunger strike.
I realized I did not address my title at all. That will be for another day. Right now I need to put some food in my tummy to calm it down.
Well, I may have gotten the answer to my question there.
Like anything in life that is good,
As for example very tasty food,
It always comes with a price.
Don’t believe it, think about french fries. Continue reading “Blogging is Clogging My Arteries”