Noodles and Sauce

"Is supper ready?" Rosa asked, calling awhile ago. "I am getting a ride over now."

I smiled warmly, saying yes and then hung up the phone. I had just walked to the grocery store and brought home a backpack of succulent food. On the stove, I stir fried some cubed chicken breast, celery, red bale pepper, and broccoli. I boiled some fettuccini with a dash of salt and a dollop of olive oil. Into this mixture went some generous gratings of fresh parmigiano-reggiano along with fresh cream. We were having my homemade version of chicken fettuccini alfredo. It smelled wonderful.

I used to cook like this all the time. Having Rosa encourages me to do this. It gives me a reason to go to all this trouble. I had to borrow the money for groceries from her, though, this morning. I vowed to pay her back.

"God, I am going to gain twenty pounds eating this," Rosa said as we sat at my kitchen table. I patted my belly and smiled. Even Maggie got in on the action getting a little plate of noodles, sauce, and chicken. She was a happy dog. I know she grows tired of her kibbles.

Rosa has settled into watching TV. She is spending the night. I wish I could join her, but I just can't concentrate on the damn boob tube. The same goes for books as well. It is odd that I can read blogs. Writing comes so easy to me for which I am thankful.

It has been a good day. A damn good day amidst many trying days before. Maybe the funks are lifting. Maybe my medications are working. I feel so alive, vibrant, genteel. I want to solve the world's problems and howl at the moon. I want to end suffering. I want to make homelessness obsolete and end hunger. I want to invite over all the lonely alcoholics and schizophrenics and give them a safe and welcoming place to be. I feel like I could take on the world!!!!! I don't want this day to end!!!!