Hi Readers. How’s things with you?
‘Member how I told you RM#2 was in France shooting a movie? Well, RM#1 has decided to go visit him for ten days. Guess who gets the house to herself for that time?
Cool right? Well, with that comes responsibilities I don’t normally have. Like…
Feeding and giving water to the hawk: (who at times, scares the crap out of me)
Feeding and giving water to the raven: (who ALWAYS scares me cause he tries to attack anyone that isn’t RM#2)
Feeding and giving water to the three parakeets:
And I can’t forget…
Feeding, taking care of, and picking up after, these three brats:
Watering the flowers in the front and back yards by hand is tiresome, but they sure are pretty looking.
Around the house, I’m doing the job of two other people. Two other ANIMAL people. It’s exhausting, but I’m not complaining.
I’ve gotten myself into a food funk lately. Been eating processed, fast-food for a loooooong time. I eat drive-thru, normally, three meals a day, five to six days a week. The other times, I’m eating warmed up hotdogs or tv dinners. Enough is enough.
Went to the grocery store the other day and said, “I’m buying food with sustenance. I’m finally going to ‘cook’”.
I walked up and down each isle, slowly studying the items on the shelves. I was secretly hoping I would look at an item and immediately know what I would cook with it. Unfortunately, the harder I tried to do that, the more frustrated I got. My plan to buy healthier food was unraveling.
I enlisted the help of Sis. One of the few people I know that loves to cook equally as much as I love to watch NASCAR. I dragged her back to the store with me, and told her to “help me shop for foods I’ll cook, keeping in mind my now busy schedule and lack of desire to cook.”
We walked up and down every isle, just as I had done before, but this time, menu items were jumping at me. One idea after another was laid before me, with little or no effort. I was amazed.
I started to get excited, thinking about all the things she was telling me I could do with this or that. It was as if I was learning to live independently for the first time. It was if, I was growing up. Again.
Two hundred plus dollars later, I had a refrigerator, a freezer, and my cabinet, filled with food. And I was anxious to start doing something with it.
The bbq grill (the one that belongs to Rhondi), was calling my name. So, we stood outside and grilled up stuff for me to take for lunches this week. Yay for exciting variety and SUSTENANCE.
Perhaps maybe now I will put on a few pounds. We’ll see…
It’s time to turn on NASCAR. Bye!