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.