July 24, 2021 šš¤£
I was listening to French Classical chamber music this morning as you may have seen on the blog today and then Bebe Rexha came on shuffle and soon I was dancing. Next played Britney Spears and I realized Iād not heard more of her musical catalogue and had heard of her recent estate struggle and a similar situation to what had happened to the Nazarene-Lebanese 1900s poet, May Ziadehā¦and then after the first two songs I was like, āOkay now another Britneyā¦and anotherā¦and another, and it just was non-stop Britney for awhile. I was thinking, is this going to be a competition with Nicki Minaj?ā I looked up Britneyās birthday too and like Nicki, it looks like it could be a fully Sagittarius competition for my top pop spotā¦(āUh oh!āāNicki reference).
I went to dinner with Dan and you should know, I donāt really drink because my moodās already pretty naturally tipsy and I am very selective with alcoholic drinks, but I will enjoy a few sips of beer, the drink I do like and I donāt wish for more than a few sips.
But this one tonight tasted like poison ivy mixed in there and wasnāt getting a second sip from meāāFinback IPA.ā It is from Queens, New York I think I saw, hometown of Nicki Minaj. I like Goose Island best and a certain blood orange wheat ale, the name of it I canāt remember.
I was thinking I was in the mood for some form of a hearty sandwich and read the meals to find the āMonte Cristoā sandwich sounded just right with ham, turkey, and cheese in French toast triangles with powdered sugar and strawberry jam, a perfect idea for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, and I love breakfast best, especially healthy cereals.
I was curious about this name, saw the novelās by a French author, a classic one from the mid 1800s. And I found this line about the book after Iād ordered the Monte Cristo sandwich: As the powerful and mysterious Count of Monte Cristo (Italy), he arrives from the Orient to enter the fashionable Parisian world of the 1830s and avenge himself on the men who conspired to destroy himā¦
You mightāve read of me finding music for the dear Eastern French speaking writer May (Ziadeh) and now sheās finding me food?! āŗļøAnd I am Italian, too. It was one of the best new meals Iād tried in a very long time and the restaurant did it right.
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Somehow during the conversation Eminem came up, I mustāve brought him up and Iāve written here before that Iād thought he was younger than me (and had baby brother feelings towards him) but more recently found out heās 14 years older and tonight see that his daughterās middle name is Jade. (Was that a shout out to your big sis?) I am kidding. The Persian poet Rumi brings out more of the older sisterly nurturing feelings from me more currently though and heās hm, at least 700 years older than me.
Dan and I walked a little around downtown Mansfield today Friday, and as we passed one place with a beautiful lawn and he read it aloud, āBoston Cremation.ā I said, āOh we can get buried there sometime, well, no, cremated.ā And he said casually, āCan I get cremated now?ā Maybe just go in and ask for a cremation to whoeverās in there. š ā
As we walked further down the street, the sky looked like this, just like one of those ācuddlyā flowers (a word Iād found amusing sheād used to describe flowers in poems), which Iād drawn for May on paper, inspired by her book in Flowers of a Dream.

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