Vegetarian/Vegan Lunch with the Wife

Mine is vegan lentil, roasted red bell pepper and kale soup with a nice salad. No cheese, please.

Hers is grilled cheese with arugula and tomatoes, and a wonderful organic soup. Mmmmm good on a cool Sunday afternoon. Go Pats!!

-kia

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Changes in the Shave Den

Yup. Some of you may notice that my blue shave bowl is conspicuously absent from this corner of the den. I removed my dad’s shave mug for safety because last week my blue shaving bowl broke after I knocked it over the edge of the sink. Thankfully my Shave brush did a half gainor into the waste basket and was spared, but my bowl did a full belly flop onto the tile. Crash!!

So I went to Goodwill and picked up a suitable soup mug, that you see behind my Merkur 34c Heavy Duty and beside my dad’s first coffee cup, as an inexpensive and quite serviceable substitute. 

I’ve already done my head once and my face twice since the switch out. Awesome shaves continue… saving the mustache thru November. If you’ve never tried DE safety razor wet shaving I definitely recommend it to any guy who wants a better shave and a more enjoyable experience. I’m thinking of doing Decembeard too which may require just edging around the borders for the next month till the New Year.

Did I tell you I have a Christmas shaving bowl too?

Either way, have a wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday from the Recovering Know It All and our small family.

-kia

Frosty is Thankful too

Happiest of Thanksgiving Days to you all out there. I wore this tie last year to our family feast. It looks like it will be a traditional favorite of mine. Even Frosty is happy and joyous at the prospect of seeing family and enjoying time together around the Holiday Season. 

Another tradition is Grandma’s China. When we got married 11yrs ago, my mother surprised us with two big boxes and a note. They contained what my mom described as Grandma’s China purchased from  a mail order catalog in 1953. They have a platinum rim, and appropriately enough, a beautiful rose pattern. My grandmother’s name was Rosemary.

We have been reluctant, due to their age and fragility, to use them other than once or twice since rec3iving them in tears as I opened the gift of family tradition and trust. But since her passing in February at the age of 94, I’ve decided to use them thru the holidays every year from now on in honor of her gift, her love for family thru the years and my mother’s love and happiness for us as we entered this new phase of our lives together.

During Thanksgiving, my dad’s favorite holiday, and Christmastime, my mom’s, we remember the most important thing in our lives here on earth. For us now, since the passing of dad in 2010, mom in 2013, Chris in 2014 and now grandma this last February, over and over have been the reminders in my head and heart that, at least for us right now in this short life we have here, family has become the most important thing we can have after life and breath.

My your holidays be happy, healthy, full of love, joy and family. May you remember to love and honor those around your table this year and treat them as royalty… for next year there may be an empty seat where they once were. Love your family, don’t let stupid s#!t keep you apart. Do whatever you can, while you have the opportunity, “in as much as lies within you”, to make things right. 

Happy Thanksgiving, from our Family to yours.

-kia

Veterans Day: “We are the Dead”

Veterans Day is not for celebrating or idolizing. Veterans Day is for Remembering and Mourning, and for focusing on ways to end the madness of War and War Deaths. -kia

In Flanders Fields

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.


We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.


Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

        In Flanders fields.

To E. T.

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I slumbered with your poems on my breast 

Spread open as I dropped them half-read through 

Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb 

To see, if in a dream they brought of you, 


I might not have the chance I missed in life 

Through some delay, and call you to your face 

First soldier, and then poet, and then both, 

Who died a soldier-poet of your race. 


I meant, you meant, that nothing should remain 

Unsaid between us, brother, and this remained— 

And one thing more that was not then to say: 

The Victory for what it lost and gained. 


You went to meet the shell’s embrace of fire 

On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day 

The war seemed over more for you than me, 

But now for me than you—the other way. 


How over, though, for even me who knew 

The foe thrust back unsafe beyond the Rhine, 

If I was not to speak of it to you 

And see you pleased once more with words of mine? 

For First 50 Words: Diamond

For https://first50.wordpress.com/2016/05/18/diamond

“When I was younger, I thought baseball would be my life forever. Rounding the bases at twenty two, the smell of infield dirt and outfield grass was my heaven.
She threw a curve ball, dusted the corner of my plate and captured my heart. I exchanged one Diamond for another.”

Ain’t Love Grand!
-Kia