The murkiest of days recently. And on every post from here to there, a web to be found heavy with droplets. I maintain, there’s always something to be grateful for, sometimes it just takes a moment to see it. Last year’s end and this year’s beginning- four months total- were sheer hell. Daily trips to hospitals and care facilities. At constant guard against letting the fear in. Living on hope and calling on faith. Made it through. Alone. I know I’m strong, but I grow weary with having to prove it. Thankful for laughter and joyful moments and the hope of opportunity and dreams to yet come true. Thankful to still have my dad around through it all. ♦
Hot diggity. A shot at nearly every angle of a recentish decadent sandwich. My eyes are often hungry, too! As shared in times past, I do love this particular combo, though more often than not, nestled betwixt two halves of a bagel. Even so, it’s a rare indulgence, averaging no more than once a year as of late.
I once helped supervise a bagel shop years and years ago as a second job, and when asked of my favorite bagel concoction in the interview to secure said job, I waxed on about the joys of crisp bacon paired with crunchy peanut butter atop a toasty buttered cinnamon-raisin bagel. They went on to hire me anyway, despite my unorthodox choice, though when first meeting the rabbi who made weekly visits to check that everything met kosher standards, I had egg on more than just my morning bagel. ♦