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Did you survive? Friday the 13th seems to bring out the hind brain in people. Goose bumps? The little hairs on your arms a-tingle? Going around ladders instead of under them? Did you drive a little more carefully?
Why are the bananas in my homemade rum floating? They started the day at the bottom of the bottle and now are floating gently to the top.
Ciao
I always think of ‘Flight of the BumbleBee’ whenever I go grocery shopping. I hadn’t really shopped on a weekly basis for a long time and just recently started back up. (Story too boring to tell here). I find that I enjoy assembling things like diners, casseroles, and baking goodies. Who or what I’m feeding in such quantities, is still to be determined.
Things have changed. For most people, its probably not even noticeable. But hey, recipes 7 years old don’t have the same sizes. Canned goods have gotten bigger while meat cuts have gotten smaller. Try finding some of the ‘quick-n-easy’ pre-packaged stuff and it’s long gone. Guess it didn’t make it through consumer approval or something. I’ve been adjusting recipes like crazy. I tend to plod like a small tanker through the waters of the grocery store aisles while Power Moms flit around me like over excited ski jets. It looks like one of those commercials where the person stands still and the camera uses its trickery to make everyone one else fly around in hyperactivity. I often wonder, while slowly plodding along, what it would be like to make my selections competently and quickly. Aggressively barging my way up to the meat counter, commanding the help this way and that, barking quantities and types. My little mouse voice makes them lean over the counter to call me ‘dearie’ and question everything I say.
I tend to use the old, “I-have-no-idea-what-the-heck-I’m-doing” look a lot in grocery stores. I ask the butcher for help by telling him what I’m cooking and how. He gently asks a few questions and hands me what he thinks I need. If it fails at home, I could always blame the butcher.
Well back to pouring over recipes and not lifting the crockpot lid.
Ciao
It’s raining again. Pouring to be exact. It’s funny how fast the weather changes around here. Every day I come home to blinking clocks, blinking lights, and my wireless has yet again, reset itself.While searching through a pile of recipes, I came across a collection of my SO’s grandmother’s recipes. Stuffed in a little dingy yellow 3″x5″ card box, was a vast assortment of hand written recipes. I’ve started posting them over on another blog. The jello fascination, the vanilla instant pudding craze, and the down-right strange ‘canned corned beef’ recipes are fascinating in a deer-in-the-headlights kinda way.I hate when I misplace something. I become very obsessive. I’ve spent the last 2 1/2 days opening up every box, bag, and desk drawer in hopes of finding my house pics. I know I put them on cds. But I’ll be darned if I could find them. I’ve searched the same places over and over again. I once heard the definition of insanity, was doing something over and over again but expecting the results to change. Somehow if I continued to look in the same drawer, room, box, etc, it would magically appear there. Maybe next time or the next….
I searched the garage, knowing that the only things left are the things you need once and are afraid you might need again.
(Damn its raining harder…)
I searched the basement. Fought off a few spiders. Even resurrected an old PC. No such luck. Self-doubt crept in and I was beginning to feel crazy, like I was just kidding myself. I searched the kitchen. Like I would keep computer stuff in amongst the pots and pans. I pulled down boxes in closets. Even looked in the broom closet. I decided no more searching.
As I was eating dinner, I noticed a stack of boxes that I just knew didn’t contain anything but guitar pins, baseball stuff, and socks. But wouldn’t you know it, there they were. Four cds packed with my house pictures. I felt like crying.
(Damn, I might be floating out of here soon)
Ciao
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Still here, still missing my deadlines, and still feeling completely overwhelmed by life. New employee starting in a week. He will be working for me without ‘working for me’. He answers to my boss, but answers to me for his work. I have a weird sense of excitement mixed with trepidation as his start date looms ever nearer. He came recommended to me and now that I’ve met and gotten him hired, I wonder if my judgment of people will be proven correct.
He’s quick, intelligent, and cute. But rumor has it he has a temper. We will see. But now I find myself trying to get his cube ready, making sure he has what he needs, and getting him a computer. None of which are my responsibility. It’s almost like going on a date. You want to make a good impression. I mean I will have to work with this person most of my day here at work and I’d like that to be a good thing.
I find myself going back and forth. Happy to have help but paranoid enough to wonder if he will replace me… Geez…
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 