Life is a Crock…Pot…That is…

This morning…I rolled out…dark and early…so I would have plenty of time…to get all dolled up…for…picture day at school…and…still cook dinner…

I love the fact…that I can literally cook dinner…in the comfort of my pajamas…using none other than my trusty slow cooker…AKA…Crock Pot…so this morning…I started what will be a barbequed roast…when I get home this afternoon…then…all I will have to do…is cook a couple of veggies…and voila…dinner is born…

Bertha…decided to get her two cents worth in…as I cooked…saying…that this meal…the roast…and veggies…reminded her of my life…

Huh…maybe I wasn’t hearing clearly so early in the morning…but…how could a pot roast remind her of my life…

Of course she was eager to explain…reminding me…that some things in life…are better…when…I allow them…to cook slowly…like the roast…let them develop over time…don’t rush them…and…some things…like the veggies…are better…when…I cook them quickly…just jump in…and…get ‘em done…

She went on to chide me…for…wanting to rush things…for wanting everything…now…she said…it’s like mashed potatoes…I might like the convenience of instant…but I sure don’t like the results…

Hmmm…I guess…I’m slowing down today…letting things happen at their own pace…and…maybe…peeling a few potatoes to go with that roast…

Jane

PS…I’m sure we’ll talk more about…speeding up…in the near future…she wouldn’t let me off that easily…

Reluctant Gardener…

Yesterday morning…someone asked me…what I was going to do this summer…and I replied…

Whatever I want to…

Now…I wasn’t being flip…that’s what I plan to do…

I went on to recount the few things I actually have planned…and…some of the things that I think I want to do…write…bike…gym…read…beach…rest…

At the time…I thought the list sounded a little selfish…even as I went home and took a nap

Later…Mama called…my nephew was coming to lay out the garden rows…and she was going to plant…tomatoes…

Now…I have to confess…I detest gardening…not sure exactly why…I enjoy puttering in my pots at home…I can even enjoy raised bed gardening…but…there’s nothing about actual gardening…in a big plowed field…that I like…other than eating the finished product…maybe it’s because I did a lot of it growing up…not sure…just leave it to say…if it was up to me…no…regular…garden would be planted

So…my reply might seem odd…

I’ll be happy to help…what time to I need to be there

At the time…I thought I was crazy…I had just said…mere hours ago…that…I was going to do…whatever I wanted to…all summer long…and…then…I almost immediately volunteered to do something that I don’t enjoy at all…

Bertha…on the other hand…said…that there was no discrepancy…at all…that…I didn’t say I was going to do things that I enjoyed all summer…I said I was going to do what I wanted to…and those are necessarily the same thing…

She reminded me…there are things…that I want to do…that I don’t enjoy…all that much…but…I want to help others…I want a clean house…clean clothes…and…her list could have gone on and on…

Hmmm…she’s right…although I don’t enjoy gardening…I did want to help Mama…

Maybe…I’m not crazy…after all…

Jane

PS…my sister also came for the planting…and…we actually had fun…but…please don’t tell…Bertha…she’ll have me planting squash or something…oh…wait…we did that too…