Sunday, March 09, 2014

Those curls...

Reasons Why Myrtle Didn't Make Her Insanely Restricted Grocery Budget This Month

  • Pencil Thin Asparagus
  • Eggplant
  • Acorn Squash
  • Scali Rolls
  • Chili Paste (finally finding that all-too-elusive-stuff)
  • Hoisin Sauce (I want to try more Asian things)
Yep, one of the items of contraband I bought at the store was an eggplant ... because it was actually in great shape.  I had visions of finding a new way to cook an eggplant.  Only my innards—my forgetting to take my innards medication—got in the way.  So, tonight I roasted the eggplant and froze it so that, eventually, I could make some more baba ganoush.  

Good thing I have this freezing stuff going on in my life, eh?

I wrote a few letters today, but not even half of what my goal was.  I was too distracted.

He is so adorable.  
And I am not able to concentrate on anything.  
Except for his curls.

It is staggering, to me, just how much my mind has changed.  But instead of drowning in that today, I lost myself in twisting those corkscrew curls atop his head.  And thinking that one day, eventually, in a while, before too much time has passed, I should pick up the scissors, sheer the sheep, comb out those tangles in the goat's ears, and give the garbage disposal a bath.

I am Yours, Lord.  Save me!

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