She moved in with me right after the new year began. I hadn’t seen her since…oh, let me think…at least since last Spring. The time that separated us was long and so much had transpired that we need time to reacquaint ourselves.
I was different in Spring. With each bud that bloomed on the great tree in my front yard, something inside me awakened. The first flowers opened like fancifully wrapped gifts peeling away to reveal folded layers of ruffled dresses. Like all things, I was renewed and invigorated.
I was ready to welcome my companion with outstretched arms and genuine gladness.
Now, in the cold of winter, a frigidness has engulfed my heart turning the edges into glazed crystal pieces, brittle and unyielding. I’m doing all I can to muster the smallest mite of hospitality. My greatest desire is to sit wrapped in folds of fleece with a fire dancing on center stage. A steaming mug of cocoa can warm one hand as I bask in the aroma of freshly baked cookies.
Entertaining an almost stranger is not within reason; however, I must.
The cushions lining each side of my waist tell me it is time. Cellulite on my thighs echos the chorus of her song. I can no longer keep her at bay. I will allow her into my home, into my warm fold, and into my stomach.
She is hunger - my constant and closest companion.
Rarely is she satisfied. The morsels I allow her aren’t enough to squelch her squeals and my mind is consumed with what could be had she not come.
Insult mounts as Feona works tirelessly in my kitchen. Because I can only sample her great work, I will share a taste with you.
Feona whipped up a double batch of pizza dough and my children (including my niece) created their own pizza wonders. If you’d like the recipe (I highly recommend getting it), go visit http://r2bcluvs2cook.wordpress.com/2008/07/24/basic-homemade-dough-by-panago
My companion is doing her slow work. Eventually I will happy she came, but not today.
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14 Comments
January 9, 2009 at 4:13 am
Send Feona to MY house. I’ll love her. I have Feona’s elderly aunt who isn’t getting around as good as she used to. Get it? Getting AROUND? I crack myself up as Ralph Malph on Happy Days used to say!
The Texas Woman
January 9, 2009 at 4:39 am
You are a delight to the eyes!!! I am so addicted to your posts it is sinful. I knew there was going to be a kick, I just wasn’t expecting hunger to be it. Cheer up, she’s everybody’s BFF even if we don’t want her to be. At least she “talks” to us. ( and anybody else within earshot-how embarrassing!) Besides it gives Feona something to do besides just sitting around looking pretty. Debbie
January 9, 2009 at 6:19 am
You are too funny! And now I’m hungry thinking about homemade pizza dough and how good that smells. Excuse me while I run to the kitchen…
January 9, 2009 at 7:31 am
Can she visit me?
January 9, 2009 at 9:16 am
Keep her at your house. She’s no friend of mine!
January 9, 2009 at 12:22 pm
I love love love your posts they get me to wondering what is she referring too!!! you make me think and laugh at the same time!!
January 9, 2009 at 12:32 pm
AHHHHHHH! I am so with you!!!!!! Just today I said to myself, “YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE YOURSELF be HUNGRY today!”
3 pounds have just magically appeared and my clothes are very tight.
You can do it! Resist!
January 9, 2009 at 2:21 pm
Awesome! Just awesome.
January 9, 2009 at 8:33 pm
You need a book deal. Seriously, you’re an amazing writer.
January 9, 2009 at 9:09 pm
Poor Feona….she loves you!
January 9, 2009 at 10:08 pm
I had my first visit from Hunger Headache in a LONG time this week. I asked her if Weight Loss was gonna drop by, and so far she’s not answering.
If Weight Loss doesn’t come soon, I’m gonna be sorely tempted to invite Junk Food Binge in her place.
Good luck!
January 9, 2009 at 11:56 pm
I think we must hang around the same group, we obviously have the same annoying visitor. In between painting I am trying to catch up with my blog friends and I just read the post about your grandmother. I was sobbing, such a touching way of telling the story of what Alzheimers must be like. My father-in-law suffered from it in his last few years of life. So sad. Thank you for sharing the beautiful post. I laughed at your comment about picking the right green paint. My bedroom has been green for over a year and I hate hate hate the shade. I guess this will be another winter project. Maybe white, it’s safe. Take care, Pam
January 11, 2009 at 2:10 am
I’m like your dog. I’ll chew on anything!
January 11, 2009 at 2:45 am
Oh, Domestic, I’m dieting right now, and I feel your pain. I really really do.