but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too:

Greek Night. Bitches.

Orange Mustard Dill Roasted Leg of Lamb


Briam: Zuchinni, Tomatoes, potatoes, red bell peppers, Olive Oil, Capers, White Sugar, Dill, Oregano, Salt, Pepper, Garlic, White Vinegar

Spanakorizo: Spinach, Onions, Garlic, Dill, Tomatoes, White rice or Orzo, Salt, Pepper

Dill and Orange Tilapia: Dark Mustard, Orange Juice, Dill, Oranges, Garlic, Oregano, Lemon Juice, Lemon Rinds

Greek Honey Orange Cake (Made by the Caitlin) ((She is single)) (((You’re welcome)))

Homemade Hummus and Tzatziki

A good, exhausting day. We start moving in tomorrow. Oh Boy. I might poop or puke.

Anxiety: High

Hope: High

Worry: Low

Want to get on with it: Sky High.

A poem:
Mama saw Icarus Fly
I can say anything to you, I said.
In the quiet of the fur-lined bellows
yellow treeswooden bones
snow tongue
flat feet
wobble knees
You can whisper so nobody will hear
thinking I won’t listen
But Hero-I let it fill brow to toe.Empty enemies with empty coffers
wonder where you went.
Mama had a story
covered in the same grass, free of fire
filled, delectable salt water
waiting, waiting to be heard.She watched far off this encounter
Papa was in his huge airplane
proud, beautiful, uniformed mustached Papa.
Dutiful daughter ran to the field to watch.
Lovely pink toes
tight, bright, slight punch bodyto see take-off
He: Pilot, Poet, Deity
She: Lover of roar, wind, heat, arms
It only took two minutes for the engine to catch
barely off ground.Young baby girl could not believe her eyes.
Blue lit up with flame like St. Petersburg noon sun.
(She knew it so well)
In this moment she grew woman-wise in quiet.
Blinking took hours.
The thought to walk wouldn’t reach her feet.
She washed her hands ten times a day.
The ash was like cotton rain.


Good Night.