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.