Looking for inspiration in the laundromat

There's the smell of clean clothes, with overlays of those dryer sheets giving floral stink. I can't stand them, and usually start sneezing if they are too close. Fortunately I'm wearing a mask these days, so it's bearable.

Where is inspiration? Doing the mundane tasks? Or somewhere between the lines, maybe as I drive to or fro one of my many destinations...mainly just missing inspiration in my life these days.

My destinations include a lot more interaction with friends, as well as merchants. I'm learning a new way of shopping for my new life-style which has different vegetarian choices. I think I may break down and make a menu for a week. It's just too much confusion otherwise.

Twice a week I do get an excellent lunch of Ornish recipes at the Cardiac center, which then can be tracked onto forms which I fill out daily. But there are 7 dinners a week, of which I have many left overs from earlier dates.

Tonight I have some brown rice and some asparagus which are already cooked. Then there are 4 summer squash begging to be cooked. And the salad spinach is ready to turn into cooked spinach. Not exactly what a cook book would give me. But I think the 3 vegetables will work well topping a mound of brown rice. I'll probably pour some sauce or another over them all.

Well, I found another leftover - 2 little Gimmie Lean vegetable sausage substitute patties, which I broke up into the rice and then sprinkled a tablespoon of Teriaki sauce on them. The veggie of one squash was steamed with the spinach, and then the leftover asparagus was also heated with them. A vegetable medley is what I'm calling it. A nice pairing of tastes. And there's another serving left of each for tomorrow!

Today's quote (sorry, it's a bit long, but seemed to reflect some of my feelings.)

SINGULARITY
by Marie Howe

          (after Stephen Hawking)

Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity
we once were?

so compact nobody
needed a bed, or food or money — 

nobody hiding in the school bathroom
or home alone

pulling open the drawer
where the pills are kept.

For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you.   Remember?

There was no   Nature.    No
 them.   No tests

to determine if the elephant
grieves her calf    or if 

the coral reef feels pain.    Trashed
oceans don’t speak English or Farsi or French;

would that we could wake up   to what we were
— when we were ocean    and before that 

to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was
liquid and stars were space and space was not

at all — nothing

before we came to believe humans were so important
before this awful loneliness.

Can molecules recall it?
what once was?    before anything happened?

No I, no We, no one. No was
No verb      no noun
only a tiny tiny dot brimming with 

is is is is is

All   everything   home.