Tough day today. With a house this full of people it’s impossible NOT to have one of those days where things are not exactly the Lonely Goater Scene in Sound of Music. Lynne’s upset with me about something that will have to be explained to me by a psychic. My dad’s obsessed with a book he’s missing, my mother-in-law can’t find her beloved marshmallows, my mother wants to know when the funeral is, (what funeral, Mother….yours?) My father-in-law is having dizzy spells….and worst of all, the cook gave notice. She’s too stressed out by the job of feeding the Scotshaven Home for Invalid Tennants.
I can deal with an emotional crisis, anger, frustration, pain, misplaced books and lost marshmallows, but not with losing the cook. This woman was proof that there is a God in Heaven who hears and answers prayers. The tough part is that she’s so good, not just as a cook, but as a person and a neighbor, that it’s impossible not to understand her dilemma. It’s just too much for her right now and we love her way too much to do anything but understand.
So we’re in search of a cook. Actually my suggestion is that we alternate between pizza on the odd days and chinese take out on the even days with KFC on the weekends and a big pot of taco soup in freezer in case the pizza guy gets lost.
But I digress. There is GOOD news about Bad News Tuesday and here it is: Won’t be long til it’s Wednesday. Bad News Tuesday will pass. Books will be relocated, funerals attended, marshmallows found and tensions eased. Wednesday will be a new day, I can’t search any harder for the magic happiness today…but that’s why there’s tomorrow. . It’s all gonna be okay, people. I promise.
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Gosh, it must have been in the air! Looking back at all my incomings that day and my day at work…yup you were definitly not alone (no pun intended) That was a rough day. Days like that, I am back to the tried and true family comfort food..bread and milk. And enjoying the sound of crickets at the moment! In between the Marines blowing things ups! At least someone had fun that day hehe!
@ Teri … your comment on bread and milk drew me back to evenings at my grandmother’s (would be back in the 50’s / 60’s) with chunks of homemade bread and rich cold milk… crickets in the otherwise almost silent air… evening’s cool on the porch after twilight… grandpa waiting for his water turn…
Just the memories bring comfort. Thanks for stimulating the flash of nostalgia.