buckets of water.
Rain is pummeling the house.
If I looked outside there must be stones falling from the sky.
Jack and Andy went for their Saturday morning dippies. Of course you know dippies are grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup on the side. They went to the hockey game last night and I went out with Joann for sushi and a couple sakitini's.
I am now sitting here with a house that is quiet and relatively clean since the boys stayed in bed for a bit longer today since it was cartoons with fruit snacks. I want to go to the grocery store, maybe get a big fat roast to throw in the crock pot with maybe a pie to make this afternoon.
I enjoy the cooking, more importantly I love to watch anyone eat what I made. There is so much LOVE poured into any meal that is made with someone else in mind. I can imagine Andy eating a hunk of pot roast with mashed taters and glazed carrots. That in turn makes me want to cook it. I can see Jack asking for "More, Mommy, More please." HHHUUUUUURRRRY!!!! That makes me go out into the tundra, where there are buckets of rain (and stones) falling from the sky. Its all about the "more, Mom , more".
Laundry on the other hand is an unappreciated task. There is no revelry in the smell of laundry. (Although I must admit I do sniff their laundry as it comes out of the dryer, I am a softener junkie and buy the smelliest shit on the shelves.) They eat well and laundry that smells like lavender in the middle of winter.
My beautiful yellow tree in the back yard is being stripped of its leaves as we speak with the high winds and pellets of stone rain. I am taking a mental picture of the moment so I can recall it this winter when it stands all naked and brown. I will see her beaming with buds of light green in the spring once again before we know it. We still have many inches of snow to drape across her boughs, and cling vicariously to her webs of empty branches in the next few months. Hopefully for Christmas she will be all cozy under many blankets of snow.
Well find my boots, and that slippery coat I have that will help to repel the stones, I mean rain- as I venture to the Price chopper for a few ingredients to satisfy MY need to fill the house with the smells of "Safe at home".
If I looked outside there must be stones falling from the sky.
Jack and Andy went for their Saturday morning dippies. Of course you know dippies are grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup on the side. They went to the hockey game last night and I went out with Joann for sushi and a couple sakitini's.
I am now sitting here with a house that is quiet and relatively clean since the boys stayed in bed for a bit longer today since it was cartoons with fruit snacks. I want to go to the grocery store, maybe get a big fat roast to throw in the crock pot with maybe a pie to make this afternoon.
I enjoy the cooking, more importantly I love to watch anyone eat what I made. There is so much LOVE poured into any meal that is made with someone else in mind. I can imagine Andy eating a hunk of pot roast with mashed taters and glazed carrots. That in turn makes me want to cook it. I can see Jack asking for "More, Mommy, More please." HHHUUUUUURRRRY!!!! That makes me go out into the tundra, where there are buckets of rain (and stones) falling from the sky. Its all about the "more, Mom , more".
Laundry on the other hand is an unappreciated task. There is no revelry in the smell of laundry. (Although I must admit I do sniff their laundry as it comes out of the dryer, I am a softener junkie and buy the smelliest shit on the shelves.) They eat well and laundry that smells like lavender in the middle of winter.
My beautiful yellow tree in the back yard is being stripped of its leaves as we speak with the high winds and pellets of stone rain. I am taking a mental picture of the moment so I can recall it this winter when it stands all naked and brown. I will see her beaming with buds of light green in the spring once again before we know it. We still have many inches of snow to drape across her boughs, and cling vicariously to her webs of empty branches in the next few months. Hopefully for Christmas she will be all cozy under many blankets of snow.
Well find my boots, and that slippery coat I have that will help to repel the stones, I mean rain- as I venture to the Price chopper for a few ingredients to satisfy MY need to fill the house with the smells of "Safe at home".
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