Dilemmas

I love reading other people's blogs, and I love the idea of writing a blog myself, but where oh where is the inspiration? Where is the focus? Is focus actually necessary?

One thing I've been thinking about these last weeks is how easy I find it to waste time. What? It's 12:15 already? But I've accomplished exactly nothing so far except the boiling of some beet green stems for some undefined cooking plan. I'm not sure what I'll be doing with boiled beet green stems, but somehow, it seemed like the thing to do with them.

I envision them in some kind of tart, or maybe a soup, or a vegetable pancake, but can't actually decide what I will do with them. They sit, boiled, on the counter in the colander. Looking at them, I wonder how I am going to be able to teach a full day of classes at Rowland Hall in little more than a week, when today I can't even handle a bunch of beet green stems.

Poem

Boiled beet green stems
on the counter
bitter, stringy, pointless
end of summer.