She found the recipe.
“Grandma Bette’s Pound Cake” and I shared the preparations on Instagram, adding I’ve been sentimental of late.
Someone asked what that means. I said it’s just another way to say lately.
I said I love words and she said okay.
She is my daughter and she’s a better cook than me.
Better at a whole lot of things.
I don’t know what’s next for me.
I wrote today, bought art supplies and redecorated some rooms.
The cake is in the oven.
The sun is almost gone.
I worried earlier about how I’m gonna make it without my job.
Then realized I have days like today to figure it out.
Finally, perhaps live in a way that looks like “my happy way of life”.