I’ll see the moon for free – up close and personal – when my soul leaves the vessel/aka skin bag. Until that day, I’ll continue to wish Mr/Ms Moon a goodnight from here – feet firmly on Team Terra.

You know, as in the little indy bookstores with nooks and crannies where you can sit and enjoy reading, or idly look out the paned windows onto a narrow lane that is a dead end. The scent of books fills the air. There are cats here and there, and they come to you for affection if they desire. There is coffee and tea, which adds a layer of olfactory pleasure on top of the scent of the books. There are desserts. On the other end of the bookstore is a fabric shop, with fabrics ranging in all colors, textures and styles. These too have a pleasant scent, like new clothes on school picture day.

In between the two shops is a neutral zone called “Bookric” – not to be confused with “Rickroll” (and no, I’m never gonna run around and dessert you [gotcha!]) – where one must leave one’s coffee, tea, desserts and rogue cats. Sticky fingers will be assessed. Cat hair shall be lint rolled – again, not to be confused with— ok, ok…

I don’t particularly like to cook, nor like to bake. And to be fair, I don’t have much time to do either one. But when I do undertake the savory or the sweet meal preparation, people tell me they like it. I don’t know if these people are lying to me, but the sheer numbers of seemingly pleased patrons point to the their honesty.

I have two specialties. No, three. Basil pesto on angel hair pasta, starting with freshly picked basil, and continuing on using all fresh ingredients. My second specialty is pasta e fagiole (“pasta fazool” – IYKYK) made from scratch. It takes hours but it’s worth it. It’s an old recipe from a first generation Italian- American.

My third specialty is dark chocolate brownies from the box. Many – if not all – of you might think that that’s not a specialty at all, but I disagree. To obtain the precise interior level of fudgey-ness and crispiness around the edges, without having the middle being underdone, is quite a feet and a feast indeed.

Oh, and please don’t tell me not to lick the batter bowl. I’m going to do it every time.

No? Ok. I remember fossils becoming fossils, the creation of fire, dinosaurs roaming freely, how George Washington’s teeth were made, the beginning of the computer age, landline phones, and yes, sometimes even what happened yesterday.

Thankfully, I went to school and learned these things. Most of them I didn’t live (excepting what happened yesterday). WordPress, you sure know how to make a girl feel young.

A poem. Watch this spot.

So they say.