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Betrayed

Late Sunday morning my husband returned from taking his mother out to breakfast. With the day promising 80’s sunshine in mid-September, Richie said he’d be outside. He saw my heart was elsewhere, “I’ll be out in a bit. I’m writing.” He knows me too well, recognized that was an indeterminate amount of time, and took advantage of the situation. When I finally went out on the deck, I felt betrayed by him, her…and a fellow writer:

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Cooking 101

Our married motto for the last ten years has been the common “I cook – you clean”, mainly because I don’t cook anymore and he doesn’t clean. It’s important to a good marriage to understand these basics! It’s also key to spend time apart once in awhile. 

Now with Richie out of town, I had to cook and clean. By cook I mean, open a box. From my secret stash for such occasions. I made an ambitious attempt to make my own dinner. I cooked the macaroni to perfection – not al dente and not too soft. As it drained, I went back to the pan on the stove to create a sauce. I reached into the refrigerator, that’s alongside the stove, and threw in half a stick of butter. It quickly started to melt and snap as it hit the bottom of the sauce pan. Trying to be faster than the heat, I reached in the ‘frig again for the milk jug, and without measuring, poured in my idea of 1/4 cup. The jug label on the counter mocked an explanation as to why my sauce was now brown. I’d used the cider jug!

Gratefully, I was still hungry and ate it anyway. It was a taste of fall as I fell from grace. Luckily Richie was away. It helped a good marriage last a little longer.

Lend Me Your Ears

We just had some good old fashioned comfort food.

It’s what I call, here in New England, cornah-on-the-cob.

My husband was just like the kids in ar old neighborhood though:

“What are we having with it?”

Buttah

“Your cholesterol is too high.”

You’re high if you think I’m eating this without buttah.

“Very funny, what else?”

Well, I didn’t buy lobstah, so just use some buttah.

“Are you a Yankee comedienne?”

No, we just don’t happen to live in Glostah, where there’s a few extra cohd hanging around.

There wasn’t a lot of dinner conversation but my Irish self was comfortable with the food I boiled.

My husband just went to read a book.

On his way into the next room, he tried to hide his peanut buttah sandwich.

Time Passages

I was overwhelmed by:

  • the end of the month –
  • the end of the quarter
  • the end date of my goal
  • summer was REALLY over

It was already a new month:

  • October was here
  • it was the fourth quarter
  • I needed more time
  • I was literally falling into fall

October 1 – “God In Every Moment” calendar

Seasons bring change,

and the beauty of each one lies

in the purpose God has for it.

I walked away with a renewed faith and trust in God –

and a Spring in my step.