I had to bake a cake. To celebrate the days of this week. To put a little statement on the energy and progress of my life. Of course it was chocolate. Decorated with pansies from the garden. Glossy from golden syrup ladled into the frosting. Rain came. In buckets. I watched it feeling a little disheartened, trying to recall the heat of the previous week, the kind of heat where we all stood still and allowed it to infiltrate the bones of our past winters.
But the rain, with all our moaning does bring about a new energy. I dug out a short story I was working on. Strange how I had thought it to be complete but when I reread it I could see how it faltered and failed in its delivery. I worked on it all week. Moving it about. Digging into how I wanted to convey its essense until I felt it was right, finally well sculpted, all turning around into itself like a perfect piece of writing. I sent it off today. Submission without a price. These days too many writing establishments require a fee, a hefty one at that, so I felt that if my story stands a chance it is without the embellishment of cash. I had a difficult time because my printer went into a hissy fit and so I told H that I would email it to him and print it out on his computer. But my attachment thingy was not working. It kept saying 'still setting up, we'll get back to you'. I tried over and over again and my language by that stage became prime. I mean I was mad. Until it dawned on me that if I brought my laptop out to H's office I could hook it up and print my story off. Obviously I am not computer literate. I've considered classes. I am a better baker.
I spent the week writing up a business card for my new baking venture, Honesty Bakes. It took way more time than I thought it would. I wanted the right image, the right sense of what I baked to come across on the card. Something old-fashioned but not stodgy. Something that stood out. I think I got it. I have to wait to hear back from the guy at the printing store who looked about as enthusiastic as a log stuck in a stream. Maybe I'll bake him a cake.
Walk by the sea and all comes right. I want a t.shirt that says that. It is true. H and I walked forever yesterday afternoon. I kept saying let's turn back here and he would say just a little bit more and so we kept on walking until we could walk no more and on the way back a woman passed me out on her electronic chair that whizzed by at a tremendous speed. When we got to the end of the path she was sitting in it watching the sea. Small dog ran up to her and she petted her and I went over to talk. We had a great old chat. She said her dog of sixteen years died from cancer and how she missed her. She told me how her chair was a great blessing to her. We could have talked forever. The man she was with barely said a word but smiled and nodded. We parted ways the best of friends.
So, reader, I don't know what happened to the photo of my cake. I will have to call the teen to try and figure it out. Oh dear. I need those computer classes alright, that is, if I can fit them in between my writing and my baking. I wonder if Julia Child was computer literate. Can you imagine her on Red Room ordering us all around the place and giving us tips on a proper ganache and how to bone a duck. Sweet thoughts. Blessings from a wet and rainy isle.Happy busy days to you. Keep writing and bake a cake for god's sake. mx p.s. oh for heaven's sake the cake just appeared!!! Yahoo.