Follow Rt. 95 south, take the Van Wyck, then the Belt...I'm in Brooklyn

Heidi is a marvelous cook. I arrived at her home, and after she picked Bob up at the airport, their son Michael appeared, and we all sat down to a typical Sunday evening meal in their home. This is the time to make Ratatouille, oui?  And a side of chicken a-la-wonderful.

I left my dropped-jaw prints in many a farmers market in my short time in France last year. This year I observed our local markets with new eyes. The colors, the freshness, the wholesome smell of fruits and vegetables that are naturally ripe -- it mesmerizes me. I can stay there forever, wandering around and watching people being happy, choosing food for their evening meals.

Today I prepare for a consult on dental surgery and have an appointment for a mammogram. Is this too much information? And why would I travel to Brooklyn from RI, one might ask. It's a legitimate question.

I leave you with this quote from Thich Nhat Hanh: "Every twenty-four hour day is a tremendous gift to us.  So we should all learn to live in a way that makes joy and happiness possible. We can do this. I begin my day by making an offering of incense while following my breath.  I think to myself that this is a day to live fully, and I make the vow to live each moment of it in a way that is beautiful, solid and free. This only takes me three or four minutes, but it gives me a great deal of pleasure. You can do the same thing when you wake up. Breathe in and tell yourself that a new day has been offered to you, and you have to be here to live it."

Good morning, all!