Now, I know I wasn't going to mention covid anymore but.....I was talking to my Sister yesterday and I was mentioning one thing to her that I have become aware of since the pandemic started.
Covid hit in January 2020. Little did I know that the Christmas the month before would be the last time I saw my kids. And the July 1st before that would be the last time I saw my extended family, including my grand children. And the May before that would be the last time I would get my hair done. And...when you are nearing 70 this has forced me to become aware that I only have so many years on this planet left. Ten or twelve if I live to 80. I don't really want to spend any more time in my front window staring at the neighbours. This has to end.
I do have to mention here that I am by far not the unluckiest of them all. What about people that live alone? I have always said I would love to live on a mountain top and be a hermit. No I wouldn't. I really know that now. And seriously Monte has saved me. I can't imagine not having at least one of my chillins' living with me.
And I am not older with a loving spouse in an assisted living situation where I couldn't see them. Honestly, that would be hell. Can you imagine being in your nineties, which should be celebrated, and have a wife or husband in a place and you could not ever see them? And at that age? Our dearest friend Clare went through that with his beautiful wife Tish. The agony was unbearable.
I do understand that in many ways I am blessed, and I do count those blessings now and then. But right now I am pissed off. I want to see my kids. I want to see my grand kids. I want to see my family. I want to see something other than the stupid dogwood tree's flower progression across the street. And for God's sake I need my freaking hair done!!!! And I know I have a lot of company out there feeling the same way.
So I cooked a corned beef yesterday. I bought it already brined in a plastic bag. Next step was to cook it. Following a recipe, I put it in the crock pot, covered it with water (after washing the salt off it), threw in a small handful of pickling spice and cooked it on high for six hours until it was super tender.
And as the smell permeated the house as it cooked, I remembered that I hate that smell and that I hate corned beef. How could I have forgotten? I don't mind corned beef hash, but the cooking and the for real corned beef with no hash is overpowering. Blech!!!!!!
Today I cut it into chunks and layered it with cabbage, sauerkraut, butter and topped it with a mix of smoked gruyere and Swiss cheeses and baked it in my toaster oven. It looked fantastic and Monte loved it. I didn't try it. Not making it again.
Oh jeez...now I am talking about the food I have cooked...again. Seriously! Something has to happen!!!! My life has become ridiculous.
Okay, now for the next two challenges. I really like the next two challenges.
29. Read a book you have always wanted to! Yes!!! I have just finished a book on Hemmingway's last years...so interesting. But I have been saving a book to read for a time when I can just sit in total silence and read read read until it is done. It is written by one of my fave authors. She is a very very different type of writer...dark, nasty, unexpected, get even type, written in the first person. So you are inside her head the whole time. I love it!!!
30. Read a travel book or a book that involves travel. I have six I can pick from. But I think I am going to re read The Canterbury Tales....or is that kind of fudging it. It's about a trip...of sorts! It has been a very long time since I read it. And if I remember correctly, a very amusing pilgrimage to a place that Bill and I sat and ate paella.
Stay safe people, noodle and listen to an elder. TTYL
"Know yourself. Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful."
-Ann Landers. (why leave her quotes when they are so appropriate!)
Mention it all you want. After all, it defines our universe in so many ways now. What is the name of the Hemingway bio book? I really want to read it....
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