You know how your day can start out as one thing and end up as something else? How things can change on a dime? Or is the phrase, turn on a dime? What does a dime have to do with change, blessings, or mixed anything?
Before I tell you about today I have to talk about yesterday. I mean they are connected although today’s events can stand alone. But, yesterday morning I attended my nephew’s wedding. It was held in an old heritage church and followed by a catered picnic luncheon for about a hundred people. Perfect size for the church and the celebration. Perfect combination of tradition and casual. It has to be the most delightful wedding I have ever attended (or hosted). The weather cooperated and those two hardworking deserving people, now man and wife, who have earned every moment of happiness are off on a wonderful honeymoon.
The word ‘quaint’ comes to mind and reminds me of comfort, simplicity and hard work. The entire village is a working village as things were in 1914 with a fire hall, blacksmith, and shops. The grounds, green and lush, made me think of weddings of long ago, before the invention of glitter and glam. A Piper piped the guests into the church and out again. The groom and his best man wore kilts. There was absolutely everything. Minus the modern attire it very well could have been a wedding from a hundred years ago.
Then that same evening, following the festivities I traveled to a nearby town where I attended yet another feast to celebrate our 48th nursing anniversary. We graduated in 1969 but went into residence in 1966. In those days nursing students lived at the hospitals. It was an incredibly intense education and applied labor. And of course the system no longer exists having gone the way of the dinosaur. Education by immersion.
Oh yeah, the dinner –
Now how can you go wrong dining at a Wine Den. We had a separate section that gave us plenty of time to circulate and chat for a lovely few hours.
Now-a-days we all live within a few hours of each other, but over the years there were travels to the states, Calcutta, and New Zealand and heaven only knows were else.
Well all this chatter is about my blessings in the last 24. Nothing ‘mixed’ about them yet.
This morning I awoke thinking I would spend the whole day writing. In a serious fashion, you understand. That means closing the door, taking the computer off the internet to avoid temptation, putting my phone in another room, and hunkering down for the duration. I imagined my great joy and well earned weariness by the end of the day. I quickly rose excited about the day ahead.
Darn. Then I remembered I had to go to the pharmacy and pick up a prescription. Perfect. Do it early before crowds start crowding. Off I went. Wonderful expedient success and the most cheerful pharmacist I have ever met. Here she is on a Sunday morning away from her husband and young family, at work. And happy! She cheered everyone up and told me, ‘I love my job and people’. And it showed.
So very cheerily and medication in hand I thought, well before I go home I should just pop into the grocery store next door. I have to tell you, I LOVE CHILI or chili con carne as they used to call it. I put lots of vegetables for nutrition with a pork/beef combination and make it very spicy. (You can imagine not everyone loves my chili but what counts is that I do.) And I make enough for about 12 meals which I freeze. I could eat it every day. Okay I do eat it every day. That’s just how I am.
So I shop, because this is Autumn (chili season), even though the temp today is going to be 27C or 80.6 degrees F. I choose to ignore that.
Beef, pork, onion, green pepper, celery, kidney beans, tomato paste and sauce and lots of spice. Well when I get home I can’t start to write yet. I find myself chopping, cooking, mixing.
Even though my plans changed I still counted the day as one big blessing.
Then: my stirring spoon slipped in the pot and my good yellow top was covered in sauce. ( Don’t even ask why I would not have changed. The fact is the weekend had gone so well I thought I could cook all dressed up.) I ran to the bathroom sink to immediately rinse out my top, threw on one I should have been wearing, and returned to the kitchen. my stir spoon with a plastic handle had fallen to the stove top and I snapped it up only to discover it was on a hot part of the burner and I ended up holding a hot spoon with melted hot plastic in my palm. Which I dropped immediately making even more of a mess.
I cleaned up my hand, applied some Flamazine which helped, but I still have blisters on my palm (no I will not show a photo.)
So a top I hope can be saved, as yellow is my favorite color, and multiple burns, but the chili is done, in containers with some in the fridge and some in the freezer, and no I have not started writing yet.
Mixed Blessings but all in all an excellent weekend.
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