|Niña & Niño - Sunday, 22 January 2023|
Del lat. ieiunium.
1. m. Acción y efecto de ayunar.
1. m. Abstinencia de toda comida y bebida desde las doce de la noche antecedente.
I believe that the word breakfast (to break a fast) is a Christian concept and as my RAE Dictionary of the Spanish Language records the word ayuno (to fast) and desayuno (Spanish for breakfast) comes from the Latin leiunioum which almost sounds like ayuno.
The RAE (Real Academia Española) definition records it as fasting from midnight. This was one of the Roman Catholic dictates (that I followed in my youth) of not eating anything from midnight until I went to Mass for communion in the morning.
With all that stuff out of the way I want to write here how important breakfast was for my Rosemary and me. This was particularly so as breakfast in bed involved the inclusion of a hard copy New York Times (from about 25 years ago) and the Vancouver Sun. I often said as I was bringing our Eaton’s bought Filipino wicker tray that it was the best part of our day. With our two orange and white cats Niño and Niña (for 3 years when Rosemary was alive) that was perfection.
I have written here (link below) on the importance of a bed for my Rosemary and for me.
With me alone, the bed is now as important and with two cats lazily getting on top of me (in my clothes) at any time of the day, I have ample excuse to do nothing. Only yesterday, when I finally wrote two blogs (links below), I realized that I had to get up and do something and not just wait for some inevitable oblivion. I consciously took the photograph you see here with my Galaxy phone knowing I would sit down in my oficina to write this.
In this blog (link above George Alexander) I wrote about the significance of a medal. Not in today’s photograph is the medal which tonight I will hang from the headboard as it once did in my crib or subsequent beds of my youth.
One of the pleasures of having a bed is making it with one’s wife. Making our bed was a tremendously pleasant undertaking with Rosemary. We would be sure to have a complete bath so that both of us could get into that nicely made bed and feel good about it. I will not write here about the further shenanigans that might have occurred when the lights were out.
In the morning after our breakfast Rosemary would say, “Let’s make the bed neat for the cats.” I do this every morning after I shave. I shave and make that bed so my visiting daughter Hilary (this Tuesday at 6) will not tell her Lillooet sister Ale that I am letting go and they have to do something about it.
An important daily activity on that bed happens in the evening around 7. I loudly say, “treats,treats!”& the two cats come up, especially when they hear my opening Rosemary’s dresser to take out their treats. I feed them, one at time, alternating between them. When I am finished I clap my hands. This is what Rosemary used to do.
And as I so often write and repeat here, “Do this in remembrance of me.” Luke 22:18-20,1 Corinthians 11:23-25