I read somewhere that if you tell people about something you are doing, then you HAVE to finish it. Okay, here goes. I’m writing a book. Started it a few years ago. Keep getting sidetracked, but keep going back to it. Tomorrow I’ll be going with a friend to the library. They are starting a new writer’s club, and we are all expected to bring a sample of our work in progress to read to the group. Don’t know what to expect, but now I have to keep working on it. No more information yet. Maybe some progress reports later.
Now I’ve found that Maxine always knows how I think. No matter what I think, Maxine puts it in words. And for organization, I’m not sure the word is in my dictionary. I’m pretty sure the dog ate that page.
He looks so innocent, doesn’t he? And yet, I would come home and find paper all over the room. Paper that Max had eaten while I was gone. Trash can overturned. Paper towels dug out and eaten. And a silly grin on his face. “Not me mom. I wouldn’t do that. The cat next door came to visit”. Max is gone now, and I miss him still. No more chewed up paper towels on the floor. Lots of tissues in the washing machine after I do my laundry though. Wonder who I could blame that on? After all, as organized as I am, I wouldn’t leave tissues in my pockets. Would I????
I have another crock pot of something cooking now. Not sure what it will be yet. It started out with beef, onions and garlic. Naturally didn’t have any beef broth or bullion. Had ham and chicken, so I used ham. I think. Added half a lemon just because I had it. Mustard seeds for the same reason. Why not? Recipes are invented by people throwing stuff together to see how it turns out. Haven’t had the courage, um, I mean, I’m not hungry yet, so I haven’t tried it. Last time I looked there were some peas floating on the top. Not sure if that is good or bad sign.
My meany sister in Colorado — okay, both sisters are in Colorado, but this one is really mean, posted this picture of burgoo she was making. No, wait, I think on second thought, it was her mean son. They did it just to make me really, really hungry. Yeah, I could make some. But as you can see, it always overflows the original pot, and you come out with an extra couple of gallons. Not that a couple of extra gallons are a bad thing. It’s just that she’s in Colorado and I’m in Kentucky. That’s a bit far to go for a cup of burgoo. Actually, I love them a lot. But you have to admit, posting this picture is really mean. But that’s okay. I’ll make a pot of dumplings and post that picture. That’ll show her. Might even take one of myself eating a dumpling. Even better.
Back to the subject at hand. I still have a mystery mess to check on in the kitchen. Then have to write another chapter. Update on that later. Maybe. Depends on how it goes.
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