Oatmeal for Lunch

I’m eating oatmeal for lunch, again. Do you ever get to the point where there are no groceries in your house, and you are anxiously awaiting your next paycheck so you can go buy some? We are at that point. I ate the last of the “good” bread last night for my dinner sandwich. My daughter was working so she got fed at work; my husband was serving at the rescue mission so he got fed as well. I was fine with a sandwich, really. Even though the bread was one of the last pieces and not especially soft anymore.

My daughter grabbed the bread bag this morning to make some toast.

Her: “is this bread still good?”

Me: “sure, I used it last night to make a sandwich.”

She digs a piece out from the middle and examines it.

Her: “you call this good?”

I see a round, fuzzy patch developing in the middle of the bread.

Me: “that wasn’t there last night.”

So she tosses it. Grabs her Lactaid out of the fridge (she gets stomach aches with regular milk) and sniffs it. Decides it’s not good anymore so she does what any good teenager would do, she sticks it back in the fridge.

Well luckily she works at 11:00 so she can eat again at work.

I think I will make pancakes for dinner.

Bean Soup

I am sick. And not just a sneeze here and there, sick, but full blown 'my chest is going to explode' sick. And this sickness seems to be following a stream of other annoying events in my life. I have been off of work for six weeks because of a strained Achilles tendon which occurred whilst jumping over a guitar case at our church's high school summer camp. I seem to have all the luck. But I must say that being sick (or unable to walk) also has its advantages. I am an avid reader, I will read 4 or 5 books at a time. So this down time has afforded me the ability to gorge myself with books, not to mention the Readers Digest that just arrived in the mail. Sometimes its nice to slow down (in my case way down) and just appreciate life. My wonderful husband brought me my favorite soup from my favorite restaurant for lunch today. Such a simple gesture, but so full of love. Did I mention today is also our anniversary? 9 years. Yes I am hacking up my lungs as I tell him how much I love him. His deliverance of homemade navy bean soup means much more to me than an evening out at a nice restaurant. So as my body heals, and it will, I will be back running around and wishing I had the time for a good book. So for now I will enjoy the little things in life like a great cup of coffee or a bowl of homemade bean soup.