December thoughts

 I recently finished an amazing book, The Overstory by Richard Powers. I completely understand why it was a NYT bestseller and winner of the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction for 2019.  The book is startling good, crisp literature.  It was intriguing to follow nine distinct characters all in their own stories to find how they all connect in some way or another.  I love trees, am a known tree hugger, and get riled up by people who don’t care about simple things like one use items that just get tossed away so this book spoke to me on the level that all our actions should lead us toward a greater good. I’m not a fan of paper napkins, paper towels, cardboard coffee cups, and small plastic beverage containers even though some of this is recyclable or composts naturally as paper does but why buy consumables that are just to be thrown away? It’s just me, I get it, most people don’t think about these things at all. I believe that in certain areas of the country clear cutting forests for profit may be changing as public opinion, research, and natural disasters like mudslides show how groves of trees benefit our habitat as well as animals. Richard Powers does an amazing job of helping us to see the connection between trees and other living beings. “They stand under the circle of camouflaged Platanus, that most resigned of eastern trees, on the spot where the island was sold, by people who listened to trees, to people who cleared them.” (451)  I will remember and treasure the message in the book for a long long time. 

I’m also one and a half chapters away from finishing Ibram X. Kendi’s NYT’s bestselling book, How to be an Antiracist, which I began way back last February. I’m not good with nonfiction. I started reading it with a teacher group through Facebook but I slacked off about chapter 12 and then I was invited to join another book group with two friends and that motivated me to push me through to (nearly) the end. I appreciate Kendi’s writing and his willingness to share his own story with mistakes and racist ideas.  It’s a lot of unpacking and deep thinking and probably a book I will refer back to as I continue to understand our journey better. 

Now as I stay up past my bedtime to write I am mindful of my sleep issues. For eight long years I have struggled with insomnia and waking up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep. I don’t feel stressed, I’m in good overall health, and I practice meditation and yoga, drink tea, and generally am not on screens at night. Recently a writer on Twitter that I follow mentioned her own struggles with sleep during menopause and I literally heard an Hallelujah choir sing as I read her comments and others over this issue. I’ve battled this for so long without real understanding from the medical community and found no similar experiences when I discussed it with other female friends! In just one small social media post I felt relief to know that I was not the only one. Thank you Jo Knowles; your simple statement gave me relief, still no solution, but maybe that’s somewhere close at hand as well. Life affirming changes happen through books and even small snippets on social media!  

Happy, Happy Weekend!

I love a long weekend.  I even gifted myself an extra day by taking a personal day on Friday. I had lunch with a former student at the school where I used to teach and watched part of their talent show. I also had a late lunch/early dinner with my husband at a new local place. I purposely did not make many plans for this weekend – I could tell I need to replenish and revive myself with a little down time so I can begin this last week of school with joy.

Today I started my day at the farmers market.  It is a vibrant and lively place with as many crafty stops as farmers selling wares. I picked up asparagus, radishes, and a bag of salad greens. As I finished my errands today I spotted a new Filipino food truck by our local dairy store.  I stopped and bought enough to feed people at home.  My fish taco was amazing-super spicy- and Groovy Girl and my husband finished up the chicken, rice, and noodles I’d picked out for them.

Tonight I’m making a dirty rice recipe for dinner. My husband bought some steaks wrapped in bacon at Aldi – he just does not fully embrace my idea that meat I eat needs to be locally grown/organic.  I’m not eatin’ one of those steaks but the dirty rice and grilled vegetables will be delicious and enough for me. I found the recipe at Bob’s Red Mill website.  I had to go out and search for TSP and wonder if I’ll like this additional protein or if I can leave it out next time.

{I spotted these pretty chickens today}

The weather is amazing right now. A little rain here and there but yesterday was a brilliant sunshine yellow.  I look forward to seeing what the next two days bring…

What’s everyone else cooking this holiday weekend?

Blessings counted.

What a beautiful day it is!  I have a farm fresh chicken, nice golden bakers, brussel sprouts, and fresh cranberries all waiting to be cooked.  A simple meal that won’t take me all day in the kitchen.  I made a sweet potato pie last night which looks amazing.  I’m going to throw together my lovely bread pudding recipe with bourbon sauce this morning as I watch the parade.  Excessive on the desserts as we are having good family friends come to share them with us and play a game. Perfect day all played out in my jammies. I slept until 8:30 this morning.  Amazing!
I am forever thankful for my husband, my three creative children, my mom, my step mom,  my in-laws, my two sisters, my six brothers, my school family, my friends Barb, Verda, Jennifer, Tina, Diane, Rita, and my new friend Gabbi.  You all bring so much to my life.  Life is rich and full with good food, excellent and bountiful books, and happy memories.  I feel blessed.
Have a grateful day!

Where has the month gone?

Oh, yes, my blog…

Sometime during August I completely forgot for days that a blog is something I do, or did.  I love writing and getting responses and some weeks are busier than others but August-truly you slipped away from me.

My attention has been at school.  My school began with teacher work week days creeping up on me like a bad cold.  One minute your happily waking up late, making breakfast for everyone, and then sitting down and resting for like two hours with a book in your lap and then BANG-time to go back to work.

My attention has also been on getting Groovy Girl prepared for 5th grade.  Mostly that’s me sulking for a few days on the fact that she is even old enough (how could it be!) to be in 5th grade.  Where did that time go?  She is sassy and smart and totally prepared for school days.  She has a new backpack from Target with a matching lunch box.  She has folders matched to notebooks in 5 different hues.  She has new colored pencils, markers, a big box of Kleenex and a medium sized scissors for her 5th grade fingers.  She has everything but a best friend ready for school.  I don’t know why she has such trauma with friends she just does.  Mostly many of the other girls are already bossy tweenagers while she is insecure and small-ish.  She wants to play make-believe while other girls prance discussing training bra sizes or whatever and the others play kick ball.  One or the other no in-between.  She doesn’t like kickball. Yikes.  It’s been a rough couple of years for her in the friend arena but that’s another story.

My attention has been on Teenage Boy who is going to grow out of his blog name soon.  He started at a local community college on Monday.  His high school began the process to close (big tears-me, not him) while he was a junior last year and he made the smart decision to graduate with the last seniors by taking two on-line courses.  He finished on the last day possible to graduate and began his first week at HCC with four classes.  Wow.  That’s just about all the mother can say.  Wow.

My attention has been on working out more as I’ve added ten pounds to my smallish frame.  The summer of turning 50gave me an unusually shaped waistline and I’m not happy about it.  My kids still say I’m the
“skinniest mom they know” but I can feel this lump like a perpetual baby bulge.  I am trying to walk more and bring full time yoga back into my life.  For now I’m wearing multi-colored muu-muu’s to school.

In other news:

My car was rifled through while I was volunteering at the Democratic office for two hours.  The important objects taken were a very nice water bottle, my black sunglasses, a bag of quarters (about $18), and our Garmin GPS!!  The strangest thing they took was a pair of Bob’s  striped size 3 of Groovy Girl’s that we had ordered and then needed to return because she discovered a small tear in the canvas. “They” got a brand new slightly ripped pair of shoes-tags still on them! I hate the idea of someone going through my stuff and I’m not happy with myself about forgetting to lock it but they are just objects  Lesson learned.

I finished Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn in like 3 days!  Review will be forthcoming but know that it was GREAT. My women’s book group read James Joyce’s Portrait of an Artist as a young man.  I couldn’t get through it and don’t know if I will ever go back. Joyce’s stream of consciousnesses was not enjoyable.   It was my first free download to my Kindle Fire so there’s that to celebrate!

Most of all I’ve been paying attention to my blessings.  This blog is one of them and I will bring myself back to it now.  It was nice taking a short breather but I could tell I missed it the last two days.

What’s grabbed your attention this month?

Weekend Cooking; Road Trip to peace.

Yesterday I had melted Brie, fresh bread and apple slices. 
 There was chaos getting to that peaceful spot though.

Groovy Girl began the day sad causing waves of tears and snappy answers from her.  It took us a bit to convince her she could take charge of her own mood.  She did and we went off to skating a bit late but still there.  After her skating lesson, Husband and I had a planned road trip with friends and I was excited to go.  A few days earlier husband found out about a peace walk and wanted to participate.  Of course, the timing of the event squeezed it right in between skating and our intended road trip, which makes handsome husband think “oh, great we can make it!”  Ugh.  Love peace, Hate rushing.

I often walk laps around the arena while Groovy skates and I needed a shower and I had less than 30 minutes to get ready for the walk and the road trip.  Could I have planned more the night before?  Yes.  Did I? No.  In my rush I spent 3-4 precious minutes trying to get new milk from Hansen’s into the refrigerator cramming it between various water bottles.  I should have taken water bottles out but instead somehow managed to spill the small pitcher of margaritas I’d made the night before.  I cried as the mason jar spilled it’s contents all over the kitchen rug. Now I had to stop and wipe it all up.  What a waste.  It wasn’t the loss of the drink (well a little bit) but I dislike rushing and the affects of rushing.  I did make it up to take my shower and even though I was sad about spilled “milk” I knew it wasn’t the cause but I still managed to have another mini-meltdown as I was driving back down the highway previously traveled for skating.

Meltdown’s are rarely about what started it and I knew I was nervous about leaving my children for the day and for my husband cramming something more into our day.  I sobbed to my handsome and understanding husband-he said “Ill listen as we go…”  He did listen yet my feelings still hadn’t resolved as we arrived at the gathering spot.  While praying for a peace I realized these things:

1. My children are old enough to be on their own together but it was my first time leaving them for the day without my mom or someone else to consult.  They would have to take care of chores, and lunch and dinner on their own.  They survived.

2. My husband and I have walked, prayed, rallied for peace from Arkansas, D.C. and Iowa.  Of course he would want to walk this walk.  The walks purpose is to highlight a Dr. King park we hope to have built in our church neighborhood.

Even though my tears and my brain fought it; the walk healed me and reminded me of what I know to be true.  My life is good and we need more peace in our communities both locally and worldly.  I left my grumpy bugs behind.

Our road trip with friends to the Amana Colonies was fantastic.  We went to Fireside Winery for a tasting,  shopped, (I bought pecan maple syrup at the General Store) and root beer here and enjoyed the company of our friends and the fantastic autumnal weather.  At both winery and Millstream we were able to sit on the patio with just sweaters.  We had a delicious family-style dinner at The Ronneburg Restaurant, which included sides of sauerkraut, German potato salad, beets, coleslaw and dark rye bread. My grandmother would have loved it!  The meal was good but the Brie on the patio was my favorite part of the day.  Sunshine, a light white wine and laughter made me forgot all about my meltdown.

The margarita recipe:

12 oz can frozen limeade
12 ounces of tequila
12 ounces of water
8 ounces of triple sec (2/3 can)
1 can domestic beer
Ice and Limes as desired


Use the frozen limeade can to measure ingredients.  Mix well in a gallon pitcher.  If you would like to blend them; don’t add the water and blend.  Either way serve in a small glass, with limes and salt.  Perfect.

Fall is not margarita weather here but our school published a new cookbook (our second one) and my school friend, Stephanie, had this brag-worthy mix.  We toasted together on Friday night while we watched the Cardinals win the World Series. Yeah!!!

This crazy long post is linked to Weekend Cooking hosted by Beth Fish Reads.