the dawn after a long, hard night.
Printing up my entries seems to be working great! It's fun to go through those old entries. It reminds me about things I'd forgotten completely. Ahhh ... it's good to be writing.
I went to the grocery store today!!! Mattie and I have taken to buying a huge load of groceries every four or so weeks (my job), and then making a few mini-trips in between (mostly her job). So by the time my mega-trip comes along, we are OUT OF FOOD. There is nothing quite like restocking the larder. I have it all set up so that it's beautiful and neat, and I love seeing the full rows of corn, green beans, whole peeled tomatoes, soup.
I grew up in a house where the refrigerator was always ALWAYS stuffed full but there was never anything to eat. This is in large part because my mother liked to keep barely edible, space-consuming things around for years. No, I am not exaggerating. We laughed about the long-defunct powdered diet drink she had in the pantry for, oh, six or seven years. I figured when she moved, if she ever did, she'd get around to tossing it then. No. She moved it with her!!! Mind you, I think the woman consumed all of five of those packets in her entire life. Hell; I drank more of them, settling for a paltry substitute for some kind of dessert, than she ever did.
When I first moved out on my own, I had a bit of a problem with space in the fridge leftover from believing that was just the way it was. Then there were several years when my fridge would go from quite full, when I'd just bought groceries, to quite empty.
Nowadays, however, it's never that full, and when it's empty, it's empty. Even the cupboards! I do like to hoard, I admit, but we finally ate our last can of corn this weekend. I even broke open that as-it-turned-out absolutely repulsive can of vienna sausages Ma sent with us.
Many times in my life, in various contexts, I have discovered again and again that it's these simple things that the human cannot help but respond to from the depths of her being, regardless of great heights and incredible experiences she may have soared to in her time: a good store of food, or even just a good meal; a good night's sleep, especially after an extended lack thereof; joy following unhappiness; children's laughter or their tears; a kind word; spring coming again; sun after many overcast days; the dawn after a long, hard night.
I went to the grocery store today!!! Mattie and I have taken to buying a huge load of groceries every four or so weeks (my job), and then making a few mini-trips in between (mostly her job). So by the time my mega-trip comes along, we are OUT OF FOOD. There is nothing quite like restocking the larder. I have it all set up so that it's beautiful and neat, and I love seeing the full rows of corn, green beans, whole peeled tomatoes, soup.
I grew up in a house where the refrigerator was always ALWAYS stuffed full but there was never anything to eat. This is in large part because my mother liked to keep barely edible, space-consuming things around for years. No, I am not exaggerating. We laughed about the long-defunct powdered diet drink she had in the pantry for, oh, six or seven years. I figured when she moved, if she ever did, she'd get around to tossing it then. No. She moved it with her!!! Mind you, I think the woman consumed all of five of those packets in her entire life. Hell; I drank more of them, settling for a paltry substitute for some kind of dessert, than she ever did.
When I first moved out on my own, I had a bit of a problem with space in the fridge leftover from believing that was just the way it was. Then there were several years when my fridge would go from quite full, when I'd just bought groceries, to quite empty.
Nowadays, however, it's never that full, and when it's empty, it's empty. Even the cupboards! I do like to hoard, I admit, but we finally ate our last can of corn this weekend. I even broke open that as-it-turned-out absolutely repulsive can of vienna sausages Ma sent with us.
Many times in my life, in various contexts, I have discovered again and again that it's these simple things that the human cannot help but respond to from the depths of her being, regardless of great heights and incredible experiences she may have soared to in her time: a good store of food, or even just a good meal; a good night's sleep, especially after an extended lack thereof; joy following unhappiness; children's laughter or their tears; a kind word; spring coming again; sun after many overcast days; the dawn after a long, hard night.