I've been trying very hard to blog every day. Continuity is important. And blogging (writing) lowers my blood glucose level. It really does. But last week was very busy and I am not very good and removing myself from the hub-bub to write. I've written about that before.
I sit at my computer and stare at this box that wills me to fill it. And I do. When I make the time to sit down. Right now there is a pot roast roasting, bread rising in my bread machine, laundry in both the washer and dryer. And in the back of my head are chores to be done that always occupy a piece of my consciousness.
I thought I would sit down today and blog backwards. I would blog about the waiting room and the hours I spent in it on Thursday at The Endo Center (a surgical facility where my husband had a colonoscopy). I was going to write wittily about the fact that no one waits in the waiting room for the patient anymore. This is husband's fourth procedure and the first three the people waiting talked and had a comraderie. Now people come in for the procedure...the people driving the patients home just leave a cell phone number and come back when the procedure is over. I sat in the same chair for almost four hours. A little boy sat with his mother while his father was checking in. When are we going, he whined. As soon as we get rid of Daddy, she replied. Nice. Very nice. A very old man accompanied his wife. He came in first. She followed. He checked in. She stood behind him. They called HER name to go in and he got up to go with her. They made him wait in the waiting room. He did. And I did. And when we finally arrived home...I made salads for lunch.
Friday my youngest daughter graduated from college. More correctly, she participated in graduation. She graduated in December. A semester early. I was going to write about how we homeschooled. How smart she is. How smart all my children are. What a great work ethic they both have. I was going to write about how disappointed her father and I were when the professor announcing her group forgot everyone's honors and how no one knew she graduated summa cum laude and no one knew what that Phi Beta Kappa neck scarf was...that only she worn. I was going to talk about how her father and grandfather wore jackets and ties (as did other men in their age group) and how at least half of the audience of family and friends wore jeans and tshirts. We went out to breakfast (the graduation took place at 8:30am!) and I didn't eat a salad on Friday.
Saturday is my farmer's market day. I was going to blog about the wonderful fruits (STRAWBERRIES) and vegetables (I bought beets for the first time....I have no clue what to do with them). I bought chip steak from the farmer who sells cheese, and lamb, and pork, and chicken, and eggs, and grass finished beef. It was the best chip steak I've ever cooked or eaten. There is now a French baker at the market. I bought sour dough bread and had an open faced Philly cheese steak with grass finished beef, fresh baked sour dough bread, fried fresh onions and peppers and mushrooms, and hand made cheese. Absolutely delicious!
Sunday I planned to blog. To write. But I didn't. Laundry to do. Errands to run. Dinners to make. Salads to toss. By the time I found the time to sit down and write it was time to set the table and finish dinner.
I like to write. I need to write. I don't ever find the time to write. Right now I smell dinner and bread. I hear the washer churning. The bed still needs to be made. And there is a pile of towels on the step ready to go upstairs and be put away.
But I did make a salad today and I did take a photo. And I did eat it. (and as my husband is so fond of saying)...so therefore what?
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