victory

hold on while i put more pellets in the oven...

victory comes in multiple ways i suppose.
conquering an oppressor.
following through or not giving up.
sitting up straight more than not.
being the one you are made to be.
maybe even a change of heart in the right direction.

i already started celebrating. not cause i got a momentary victory.. but a innerchange victory.

the espresso is cooking.

my ears are delighting in tristeza's hauntingly delicious tunes.

my belly is warm with grilled cheese sandwiches. the first being a bit burnt and the second a heavenly récipe.

love & war could have victories... both being unique. maybe one is there for the other, or without one, the other is not worth it... ?

deep theological thoughts are not the motive right now.

just...    enjoying being real. really loved. real to myself and not sticking to stress or boredom.
both by the way are deathly dangerous.

the coffee is getting done. just a smidge more i suspect.
it is coffee cooked on the stovetop as espresso.
interesting enough, mine is usually less thick though filled to the brim.

oh uh.. gotta check on it.

yep, coffee.
it is indeed thick... just not like pulling a shot. more like strong coffee.
strong, peel the paint off the walls, coffee. but not strickenly eating the enamel away delicious...

i took some pictures of my last hour and a half of activity. cooking, more cooking and the cat.

 memories of home!














lazy yet lovely furball.

a book worth reading.

 the start of a good meal.

 the first one done. stove was too hot. gotta learn from these things.

stove top yum yum.

















much love,
israel