well friends
its time to halt this laptop’s hibernation and let thoughts filter through the keyboard again.
the past week ive randomly snatched moments in ink. so, the following is that and it's rather a hodgepodge.
dec 10. i'm snuggled in a recliner and beside me is the cutest floor lamp i've ever seen and in front of me a fan is blowing on wet jeans that are hung over a camp chair because we have not taken the time to go furniture shopping yet. so camp chairs it is. which i don't mind one bit. I love the vibe of just making do with the things you got right now.
gifts from the reception still line the living room walls and that back bedroom looks disastrous and the dryer is humming its praise and dirty dishes are piled in the sink in now cold water cuz i got too distracted setting up candle sticks on window ledges when the water was hot.
this exhaustion is a sign of a good life. i know i have no deadline to give every gift a spot in this house and i can take each day as it comes and i'm willing to take as many naps as needed.
bri stopped in with chai and comfort. I can see her house from my house and it's such a funny thought to me how a lil over a year ago when she was out in cartwright for thanksgiving we went out to coffee and sat across from each other and hashed out youth girl life and now here we are - neighbors, married in Gentry, and showing up for each other on a random tuesday afternoon and discussing how to cook pork roast.
it's a Saturday afternoon and we just bought our living room furniture and now we're walking through Walmart and our arms are carrying a toilet bowl brush and cleaner and dove soap and a printer and we are gonna go get burgers for supper and this peace in my heart just makes me want to smile at everyone.
im learning what gets the cold water cycle and how a gas stove operates and how to pack lunches.
wooden spoons don't belong in dishwashers
don't put sheets and towels together in the washer. it balls up the sheets.
spatulas are 10 dollars. i did not know that.
spaghetti is a whole lot harder to make than I ever imagined. the key is to let it simmer for hours, the sister says
and suddenly I'm searching for jars at goodwill and washing out ziploc bags and buying canned orange juice concentrate.
the google history has entered a whole new era.
what type of salt is best for cooking
benefits of Himalayan salt
what do you use Greek seasoning on
how do you jazz up scrambled eggs
what seasonings go on cold cut sandwiches
how to fold tshirts
how long can you leave chicken out of freezer
can you freeze noodles
how to get rid of towel lint on new towels
how to switch an oven from celsius to fahrenheit.
because somehow I had mistakenly switched the oven to celsius mode. I was baffled. i message gramma. grampa and her come right over and beep it back into fahrenheit mode and I continue on with my bacon baking. grandpa says it switched to celsius cuz i am canadian.
the kitchen is looking less intimidating…
the chicken last night was a tad odd. no matter how closely i follow moms recipe and video call her while cooking it and it still doesn't taste or look like hers. and the bagels this morning were lacking a bit. and a double amount of baking soda ended up in the cookie batter and they were overbaked also.
but here we are. rattling around in a kitchen and i'm actually enjoying it. like I would rather choose donning an apron than opening more boxes. thats a miracle. there is a scribbler on the counter for thankfuls to be captured in cuz I've always had this tiny dream to have an open scribbler on my own kitchen counter to jot down life’s joys throughout my day and on the counter is such a handy spot. a candle is burning somewheres. the plastic bags keep getting rehomed in different drawers because where is the most efficient spot for that? and I still wonder how many measuring cup sets to keep.
I learned that there is such a thing called hot honey. honey with chili peppers in it. and you can drizzle in on breakfast sandwiches.
which makes me think of something else.
i am being influenced with jalapeños. never ever in my life did I think jalapeños were something to partake of. too spicy. I don't like hot things that make you run for kleenexes and they didn't have flavor in my opinion. just hotness. and now, here in this life, this man that I now live with does like spice so suddenly now I am enjoying jalapenos in chips, sandwiches, cheese sauce, and scrambled eggs. and I do actually like the taste.
yesterday at noon, gramma koehn calls me up and asked if i wanted to come eat leftovers with her for lunch.
for sure.
she lives in the same subdivision as us.
I get to have grandparents in my life again! i'm tickled about that:)
this morning, in bathrobe and oversized men's flip flops, I lug that big ol blue trash bin to the street for wednesday is trash day. it's december 18. and there is not one glimpse of winter vibes outside, only excessive Christmas decor all around this neighborhood. I hardly believe Christmas is next week.
last night we journeyed to branson to watch ‘Miracle of Christmas’. an impressive show that ignites the Christmas spark in the mind a bit more. what stood out to me was how dark the world was as they waited for the mysterious promise of the Messiah’s arrival. I take the story so for granted.
the realization that a can opener is not yet present in the kitchen right in the middle of supper making, the complexity on how to empty the dyson, and the growing knowledge on how to keep cast iron pans seasoned nicely - it all is just a part of the joys of starting this life.
everything is new. i welcome all the newness. and i fall asleep during my devotions.
throughout the day a prayer of gratitude drifts through my thoughts because every where i look is a reminder of how this is more than I ever could have asked for or imagined. ephesians 3:20
and I think of you all.
I still need your friendship.
to each soul, please take care.
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