… and a time to cast away stones.

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It has warmed from a frigid 43° to a balmy 53° this morning.  The humidity falls out of the skies at these temperatures, and a winters bright blue sky peeks through the greenery while a weak but bright yellow sun valiant strives to warm the dewy fields.  Eventually it will succeed later in the day as it climbs back up to 84°

Monday is Snooks grocery day, but she has her morning chores of dressing, feeding dogs, cleaning the bird cage, throwing the ball for the dogs and feeding the old man before she can leave. I, on the other hand, have discovered delivered groceries. We grocer shop separately because I can’t live with her pantry system. When I plan to serve green beans, it messes up my whole day if there isn’t any and I have to serve creamed corn instead.

I have spent the last few months learning how to cook from scratch via meal kits, but now that I am cooking without them, I have discovered why God created canned and instant foods. I don’t find a lot of joy in cooking. I find it to be a very inconvenient way to transfer food from its natural state into my belly. Why snap string beans at $1.28 a pound and wash, string and cut them before cooking them, when a can of string beans cost 79¢ and you just nuke it?

OK!. OK!. … I have seared taste buds. So sue me.

We finally made services after a long hiatus from the congregation. We really missed them, and even though I couldn’t sit through the entire service or stay for the meal afterwards, I did enjoy being around them. I hope my health holds out enough to do at least that much each week.

We are at a place where it is time to cast off stones. Our stuff has stuff. The weed burner, most of the pistols, the bicycles, even the pickup truck all go unused. Snooks has been slowly tossing unused clothing. And I am ready to do with less stuff. I just need something to read, maybe a game to play, something to write on, and email to stay in touch with family and friends.

But as always, the first chore of the day is to empty the coffee pot.

Good morning!

5 thoughts on “… and a time to cast away stones.

    Catherine said:
    October 24, 2017 at 1:23 pm

    Rusty, it is no deep, dark secret among family and friends that I don’t like to cook. If awards were given out to really awful cooks then I should have received one by now. Eating home cooked meals is a different story. I love to set a pretty table, and cleaning up after the meal has ended is usually my chore. It’s a small price to pay since others prepared the delicious meal. The upside is that no one ends up in the ER with food poisioning from my cooking.



      Rusty Armor responded:
      October 24, 2017 at 2:44 pm

      I was thinking of the old nursery rhyme Jack Sprat:
      Jack Sprat would eat no fat
      His wife would ean no lean
      Just between the two of them
      They licked the platter clean
      I don’t mind cooking so much, but hate the cleanup
      Snooks doesn’t care much for meal planning, but doesn’t mind cleaning
      So it works with me cooking and her cleaning up the mess.


    A Perfectmindstorm said:
    October 25, 2017 at 6:35 pm

    I have been getting rid of “stuff” for years, but there always seems to be more stuff. I think it reproduces while I sleep :-). ICK canned green beans? Never!


      Rusty Armor responded:
      October 25, 2017 at 9:54 pm

      You just say that about canned green beans because you are a girl and know all about cooking and produce sections ….

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        A Perfectmindstorm said:
        October 26, 2017 at 10:28 am

        I ate canned green beans when my kids were growing up because it was cheaper. But now, I avoid canned goods as much as possible. 🙂

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