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Nothing like consistency

 

And you won’t find anything like it here.  It’s kind of the theme of my life.  The only consistent thing is inconsistency.  The taps in my brain run hot and cold, and very seldom do they combine and form any sort of just warm. 

It’s been a lovely, quiet morning.  Coffee and Scottish oatmeal scones fresh out of the oven.  I wonder, are they truly Scottish because I used raisins instead of dried currents?  Why do I even think about things like that?  Nobody cares, unless you are a Scottish stickler or something and if you are, please let me know.  I care.

Now I have one kid up and around, asking me to get her schoolwork for today ready.  Quiet time – done.  Peaceful morning – over.  Slog time is here.  I have to face the reality of a trip to town today, which will include ~shudder~ stopping at Hell-mart.  I have a seriously-dislike-slash-hate relationship with Hell-mart, but I must have Cascade Complete and they’re the only ones around here who have it.  I must have Cascade Complete because my kids refuse to rinse the dishes when it’s their turn to wash them.  I have told them OVER and OVER that the dishwasher is not a magic machine, it will not turn filth into shining cleanliness like on the commercials, but since they are smarter and wiser than I, I must buy the most expensive stuff made in the history of dishwashers.  There goes their college fund.  Down the drain.  On the other hand, the dishes get clean and I’ll take immediate gratification over long-term gain any day.  So off to Hell-mart I go, to do business with and enrich Satan’s minions.  It grates my soul.

My menu for this evening:  Stroganoff with home-made noodles, salad, and peas.  Sadly, not peas from my own garden.  Happily, the peas in my garden have actually sprouted! and are about an inch tall! and they didn’t rot like I though they would because of the 2 feet of rain that fell in the weeks after I planted them!  Pretty much all my starts have sprouted (hooray!) and I’m going to Kaija’s today to get some iceberg lettuce seeds.  I read somewhere (you’ll find I say that a lot) that iceberg lettuce doesn’t bolt or turn bitter in the heat of summer like leaf lettuce, but you have to start them indoors early.  I’m gonna give it a try.

Oh, I almost forgot!  My husband, the farmer, no longer thinks blogs are so much nonsense.  He’s actually encouraging me to do this!  I wonder why?  Does he have alterior motives?  Like, would he rather I spill my guts to the nameless, faceless internet than to him?  Nah, he’s just seen me looking at the Pioneer Woman, Cake Wrecks and a couple of others and thinks it’s not a bad idea.  I say, honey, welcome to the 21st century!  You’re only 10 years late.

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April 20, 2010 Posted by | Nothing much | Leave a comment