A quiet get away

From the noise

Of the football games

And constant cooking

And eating in the kitchen…

I miss the kitchen of my

Childhood homes

They were walk through

Eat in kitchens

But closed off from he rest

Of the house..:

The first house on B street

Was very large, eat in

With a country table

I remember the original

Ice box containing a large

Block of ice…

We didn’t freeze things

But it kept our daily needs

Cold…

We had food delivered

Or ran to the store as needed..

We had a restaurant swinging kitchen

Door from the kitchen

Into the dining room…

Loved that door…

While eating in the dining

Room you never saw the

Prep work in the kitchen…

Grandmas house was the same

Way…

Although when they remoldeled

I think they removed the door..

Doors that swung both ways

Could cause many accidents..:

But to me open floor plans

Give little solitude in a house

And break down meal time

As the kitchen is always opened…

Leading to constant eating,

Bingeing hi and mess…

My second house was similar

With a sliding door between the

Kitchen and dining room…

After years of not giving much

Thought to house layout I

Definitely have an opinion today

Although doubt at this age if

It will matter…

But my living room is my

Go to today on the cold, rain filled

And gloomy day…

I can see the neighborhood

Outside, a see leaves changing

Colors, squirrels running around

Collecting and storing food…

It’s a place to chew my ice a

Bad habit that has appeared

Again as I’m suffering from

Anemia…

And no one yelling at me to stop

Chewing…

I meditate, think and quietly talk

To MD&B in my mind praying

They are where I believe God

Cares for them as our faith

Teaches…

I trying to pray for those who

Have offended as God teaches

He is the judge…

I wonder why I’m told

Where we need to go but

Never asked where I would like

To be and see…

Therefore my needs I realize

Are a priority only to me

And therefore find no need to

Plan or go as others determine…