Friday, June 13, 2025

"Norm!"

 



         We love eating out. Our weekly budget allocates one eat out per week unless we do an extraordinarily thrifty grocery run. Then we can manage another visit to one of our favorite places.
         Over the years, we’ve two places that we’ll visit weekly. Alternating between Greek food at Papouli’s Greek Grill and Mexican food at La Fiesta Patio Café. Our frequent visits mean we earn free meals from both places, allowing us to indulge even more.
         At one point, the owner of Papouli’s would try new menu items with my son and husband offering feedback. He’s helped us celebrate birthdays and anniversaries. We’ve even catered Christmas dinner because, you know, not everyone likes turkey!
         Last night, upon entering La Fiesta Patio Café (Patio Café in our house), the entire staff cheered and waved. All three of us broke into laughter and simultaneously chimed, “Norm!” as we approached our table for three. The waitress carried over our drinks, chips and salsa but didn’t bother with a menu. She knew we’ve memorized everything on their list. Sometimes, all three of us crave their veggie chalupas and will order the same meal. Today found us yearning for different things.
         Many evenings, the staff will amble over to chat with us about movies or their weekend plans if the place isn’t too busy. We’ve slipped into the habit of looking forward to the company as well as the food.
        
 Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman


        Our favorite Mexican restaurant closed its doors a few weeks ago. This year keeps hitting us with losses that remind me of the importance of treasuring traditions. Our table for three no longer awaits us. The staff that helped us celebrate special days, and also just a simple weekely eat-out, no longer lightens our days. Papoul's Greek Grill still ramains, but we worry that this tough economy with irresponsible political decisions and tariffs will overwhelm this restaurant, too. For us, our own spending habits have tightened up to absorb the higher grocery bills we're experiencing. I fret that soon, we won't have special places that greet us like Norm. 

Coppyright 2025 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman      



        
  

Thursday, June 12, 2025

“Look, Look!”

 

             A deluge last night dumped five inches of rain at our home!
        As soon as our cloudy morning allowed, I grabbed my iPhone for the first round of pictures. By tomorrow, the drenched clover out front, along with various plants and flowering bushes, should burst into even more color. Nature’s renewal cleansed my flagging spirit.
            I am sad.
            I am hurt.
            I am frustrated.
            I am anxious.
            I am lost.
          Yet one night of thunder and lightning, of rain washing away the sins of the world, fills my soul with hope again.





 














Copyright 2025 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

"Who Hurt You?"


 

Your protective barrier blocks your humanity
It defends your liberties by oppressing those you fear
It allows you to shriek, “Unfair! Unfair!” while your child dies alone
It enfolds you within your fake holiness
It weaves your soul into heartless cruelty
 
Who made you so scared all the time?
Who betrayed your wants and needs?
Who cheated and broke your heart?
Who corrupted your compassion?
Who hurt you?
 

Copyright 2025 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman