I was trying to decide what today’s #365project photo would be when I noticed my banana glaring at me.
How dare you bite into me?! What kind of gratitude is this?! Do you know who I am?!
Hey! Stop that!!
He’s got nothing else to say now.
However I have offended thee. I apologize. Clearly I have upset the universe with my discourse on how I don’t believe. I’m coming around. Quickly!
April is always an insane month for me. With Passover, Easter, I have to file my taxes (if I haven’t been on top of it sooner), and Rebuilding Together taking most of my focus along side all of these other important things. I don’t have a second to spare.
So when other things try to vie for my attention in April, they usually have to wait. Unless it forces its way in.
I do what I can to keep peace in my world. I am a good person. I have a healthy self-esteem, so I don’t say this flippantly or as a fishing expedition. I do a lot of community service and make as many charitable contributions as my budget allows.
What ticks me off is when I get greedy and it turns around and bites me in the arse. I’m getting a $280 tax refund, I can get a new weed eater. Oh nooooo. What do I do instead? I break out my rear windshield when I put the mower in the back of my car.
I’ll give you 1 guess how much a new windshield costs. Did you say $280? So close! $275. Just enough leftover to buy myself a beer to cry into. Oh well.
Neither Coe or I are going without dinner tonight or any other night. We live a good life. I can laugh at what frustrations life throws my way. Really, what’s the alternative. Crying. That’s a waste. Shake it off and find some humor in it.
Here’s the good giggle I share with you over this experience. I live on a busy street. So picture driving by during your commute home and seeing someone vacuuming their driveway.
I make no bones about working 2 jobs and going 90mph through life. As the saying goes, a rolling stone gathers no moss, but I figure that also holds true to germs and cooties as well. I stay healthy by getting 8 winks a night, a good diet, and lots of walking.
Well, the cosmos tried to throw me under a bus this week by tearing a muscle in my leg. I am naturally a very brisk walker and I was just handed a speeding ticket. This week I’m getting lapped by old ladies with walkers.
Doctor said no crutches needed, just go slow and take it easy, but this sucks. It took me the full cycle of the cross walk to cross the street. I don’t even have a good story to tell. I wasn’t dancing naked on a bar or even skipping through a field of daisies. I stepped off a ladder. I’m glad I have a sense of humor about life.
I can’t walk, but I can still stand in the kitchen and make something yummy. One of the things I’ve been finding as I’ve been experimenting with scone and muffin recipes is the flavors aren’t very strong. As a cook, I can look at a recipe and know I need to add more, but deciphering that in a baking recipe is taking me a bit of learning.
I’ve tried a lemon ginger scone a few times with not much success. But I think I’m almost there. In my next attempt I’m adding both candied ginger and candied lemon peel. I want to know I’m eating lemon and ginger.
Again I sought google’s vast offering of recipes and found many, but the one that struck my eye was another local gal, Luna Cafe. Sounded like she had experimented and read the same recipes I had found, so why reinvent the wheel. I chose well.
While the recipe seems a bit step-heavy (blanch 3 times?!), it was well worth it. The result is a bright lemon flavor with no bitterness. The one thing I did differently from her is that I used a vegetable peeler to remove the peel and I got very little pith.
We go through a lot of lemons at the still and I’ll be making a more concerted effort to save the peels because this will now be a staple in my kitchen. Stay tuned for my Lemon Ginger Scones.
This week’s rant isn’t really a rant, but more an observation about life in transit. Since I’ve been working so early and riding in the dark, I can’t read. Want to see me puke? Hand me a book on a dark bus and a winding route.
Pandora and I have been spending quality time together and I’ve been watching those around me. My OCD is minutia. I notice things that most folks aren’t even aware of. I try to ignore it or look away but sometimes the pull is just too great and I’m left to dwell on the insanity for the remainder of my ride.
A few of the entertaining things I have witnessed in the last week or so…
Purple velour pants (need I say more?!)
I’m really tired of the guy who is reading and responding to his email on his ipad each morning. One of these days I’m going to lean over and say something like that sentence needs a comma. Is there the expectation of privacy when you are using a screen that can be seen everyone around you?
The kid who put his wet feet on the seat. I feel for the person who sat there next. What part of this is polite behavior?
There was the kid who pulled every item out of his bag and examined it before laying it on the seat next to him. First I thought he was “touched”, then as he began sweating profusely I decided he was twitchy from whatever he was on. He made the woman next to him very nervous, which was almost as entertaining.
The creepy old guy leering openly at a young woman in knee-high boots and ruffly skirt. She finally got up and moved to the other end of the bus and he turned and watched her go. I was invisible, but felt like I needed a shower after this encounter.
One of the toppers for me though, was the old lady I sat next to one evening. It was pouring outside and the bus isle was like a river. The woman rang the bell and I made the (what I thought was obvious) gesture of lifting my bag off my lap and grabbed my mug so I could stand when the bus stopped. As the bus was approaching the stop this woman starts to climb over me. I turned to her and said I’m going to move so you can get through. Well I wasn’t sure, she sneered. I put a foot on the wet floor and went to stand and fell right back into the seat. To which I responded, while laughing, I was going to stand up for you when the BUS STOPPED so I wouldn’t land on my ASS! She didn’t see the humor. she should remove the stick from her rectum and lighten up.