So I was going to post last night. But once I sat down on the couch and quit crying from the pain that involved and then had to get up again I vowed to never sit on the couch again. OUCH! But this morning is different. I can walk and sit without whimpering.
Glad I waited. Here's what happened to my pantry last night.
Sigh. Including the amazing kitchen activity, my weekend was fantabulous. When it begins with a honey doing something that makes me weak in the knees and involves lots of friends, family and fireworks, what's to complain about? Then, the added bonus...Monday off of work. Yay!!!!
The Monday off of work will be paid for later because work piles up even on holidays. And my hind-end will be screaming at me, too. Odd combo, I know. 23's Crossfit fanatic, personal trainer friend spent the night. This morning dawned with cooperative weather, her gym was closed and she had a workout to do that we could do with her. (Well, modified, thank heavens!) So. On a rare mildly comfortable July noon time 23 and I rotated through a routine that included 60 push-ups, 80 squats and 140ish lunges!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm feeling great except when I have to sit down or use steps in either direction. So. Based on past experience with sore bun muscles, I will be doing a workout tomorrow just for a bit of relief.
Hope your weekend was GRAND! I'm looking forward to posting some new pictures of additional changes in the kitchen. : )
When I went to work my kitchen looked like it has for quite awhile. He's been working a little here and there...last week was the first big hint that change was on the horizon. Drywall was removed, some old section of a wall followed and the central air ducts were attached to the ceiling. Then the raw ceiling joists began to disappear under fresh new drywall.
But picture one shows the first big change today. Some cabinets and the dishwasher disappeared while I was at work. And that was just the beginning. I'm tasting drywall dust and the very close reality that this kitchen thing just might happen this summer!!!
Picture three is the skeleton of my pantry closet/cupboard. That's what I'm talkin bout.
Made infamous by Napoleon Dynamite, decroded was used to describe a piece of -rap. This went on to become even funnier when a friend who drove a minivan which needed yet another multi-Franklin visit to the mechanic used "decroded piece of cr--" to describe said minivan.
Slither.
Not my favorite. I believe you might know why. SHUDDER!
Discombobulated. (as pictured)
This is just fun to say. And it feels a little onomatopoeia-ish don't you think?
Onomatopoeia.
Fun. Who doesn't like words that sound like what they mean? I always think of the 60's era Batman with the cartoon words splashed across the tiny television screens during the fights. Pow! Bam!
Next not so favorite.
Drama. Really. Life is just tough enough to make it any more complicated by insisting on writing our own scripts and parts for others. And then punishing others for not picking up on the cues.
Sleep is a great word. And even though this will post automatically while I'm sleeping early Thursday morning, I am writing it late Wednesday night and I'm tired. So off to sleep I go.
In order to understand today's post, you need to scroll down and read The Winds Will Blow below.
This Hurricane situation is an interesting study in human nature.
First. The lengths many of us will go to to make peace or find solutions is fascinating. The majority of our Hurricane smoothie think tank was willing to compromise the original intention of the design. The Hurricane was an ice cream based fruit smoothie. But in order to avoid some work, or discomfort we were willing to call something else "The Hurricane." I don't like the idea of taking this into the spiritual realm (because it's convicting), but we do this with huge spiritual matters and life and death decisions as well, don't we?
Then there was the "my way or the highway" kind of thinking. "I won't bend over and make this drink" and the "if it's on the board, it better be available" mindset. Hmmm. Do we ever have those attitudes within our families or church?
Yikes.
The next thing that jumps out at me...reactive vs. proactive thinking. Reactive...not my job... "Someone needs to erase The Hurricane." Someday and someone else. Until it's done just keep covering up the issue with whatever sounds the best.
Proactive. When the drink is a dud, erase it.
But then what would we debate?
Finally, and maybe the most interesting. The loss of The Hurricane as an option suddenly made The Hurricane a focal point, an item that made our mouths water, something we never knew we needed now gone from our lives, and something we all of a sudden miss or need.
Why is it we sometimes want only items not available to us? Grass is greener syndrome? Grass smoothie? Hmmm. I wonder if I should run that through the think tank?
Here's to a hurricane-free day. In all senses of the word. Unless someone comes up with a brilliant Hurricane idea and then climbs up on the ladder and writes it back on the board. Don't see that happening any time soon. Seeing that the erasure of The Hurricane era took nearly three years.
23 works in a coffee shop and an old menu item has become a hot signature object for a handful of people.
The shop offers delicious smoothies of various flavors and combinations. On the artistic and eye catching sign board there was a simple statement that the new Hurricane flavor was now available.
But that was then and this is now. The Hurricane started out being an ice cream smoothie. But the shop began making homemade ice creams and The Hurricane just wasn't a big seller. So when people came into the shop and looked at the smoothie sign, they were told, "Don't order The Hurricane. It's not available." That's when the questions begin and the occasional hankering for The Hurricane.
Then came the recent flashpoint. The Hurricane must have been catching more eyes and causing more hankerings than ever before and this story of the legendary but unavailable Hurricane had been told a few too many times. The sign could simply be erased but no one took the time to erase The Hurricane off the menu board. They just redirected. One new customer, though, took it upon himself to push the issue. He didn't want a Hurricane but insisted that it really needed to be a real and available drink if it was indeed on the sign.
A brainstorming session consisting of two employees, Mr. Customer and myself took place. I insisted that they just make up a drink and call it The Hurricane. How about multiple fruit stripes drizzled down the sides of the clear cup and a splash of tropical flavoring like coconut and macadamia nut or pineapple. Voila. A Hurricane. 23 told an innocent and uninvolved customer, the day before the big Hurricane think tank, that The Hurricane was all fruit flavors blended into one delicious drink. He bought it, she made it and the solution was almost found. Mr. Customer was a bit cynical and made a few snide comments as he sipped his strawberry smoothie. But the other barrista said she'd flat out refuse to make a Hurricane with all the fruit flavors. She's very tall and the fruit purees are kept at the bottom of a small refrigerator and her complaint was that she "hates to bend over."
Imagine my surprise when I received this picture today. A sign without The Hurricane. Situation resolved. Mr. Customer got it, too. 23 took care of the problem.
And this whole situation has me thinking....but there's not room for it here and now. Come back.
A friend sent me a link to Plinky which provides a questions/prompts to write about. Some are lame. But this was one I thought I could make lame magic with so here you go.
Write a haiku about the last meal you ate.
French toast, omelet, fruit dinner party, under vent air cold, dinner fine.
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