I have joined a group of writers, and out of that group have banded together with three of them to critique each other. I think we are a nice fit, and I am excited to read their work. One is an immigrant and I am excited to hear her stories coming from such a different perspective than I have.
My kids should be glad to know how consistent I am. When they were growing up, I had this habit of leaving the peas in the microwave on Thanksgiving Day. I learned to look at the table and make sure all the colors, notably green, were present before we sat down. This week, I realized I hadn’t put up sweet corn, so I ran to the store and came home with several bags of fresh corn on the cob.
Having two microwaves, I made short work of the project. (I ‘set the milk’ in the microwave before cutting the kernels off the cob.) Cleaning up just two hours after I left the house for the store, I wondered (for just a second) where my second plate had gone. Everything else was in the dishwasher or on the drying rack. Yep, sure enough, in the second microwave was the 2nd plate with the last three cobs. I got to clean up twice. Evidently, in my later years, I’m branching out to different colors!
A friend and her husband just went through a bout of West Nile Virus. No fun at all as well as a slow recovery, and now they have an upcoming family reunion – scheduled months ago – in Miami, FL, home of Zika virus carrying mosquitoes. She doesn’t want to go. Two viruses in one year seems a bit much for her to take, family reunion or not. I can’t say as I blame her. I’ve experienced a lot of fatigue lately and I’m liking the thought of blaming it on a mosquito rather than old age, however I have no desire to go get a spinal tap to find out for sure, especially since time and rest is the only cure. I can do that myself.
and so it goes…