I am grateful for a kid with a smile on her face, one who says everything is great and all the nesting taking place.
I am grateful for a kid with a smile on her face, one who says everything is great and all the nesting taking place.
I am grateful for time with friends and family, biscuits as fluffy mama makes, muscle, music, a broom, a mop, and a day of prepping for the future.
I am grateful for cooking, eating, the conversations we have around food, rest, a warm shower and one of those shows with characters I can fall asleep with.
"Whatever the thing that makes the thing good is the thing that I'm drawn to - for me. For a long time lyrics meant very little..."
"Really? Fight for Your Right to Party - Beastie Boys?"
"Yeah, it was fun. It was good lyrics but it wasn't what was important."
I am grateful for a podcast, a dialogue, a collection of ladders, a soreness and help.
I am grateful for a smooth driveway, the town's grocery/hardware store, chisels, hammers, wheelbarrows, hoses, my spray nozzle, vinegar, good water pressure, a decent broom and little hands and large drama and the meal we will share.
I am grateful to clock out early, get a nap, visit, move some brick, say thank you again and again, reconnect and remember.
I am grateful for clean bricks and home and stories and back porch and front porch and lemons and cucumbers and strawberries and celery and blueberries and skinless, boneless chicken thighs, salted, sous vide, patted dry, foiled, refrigerated and then seared in some bacon grease after a generous dusting of garlic and chili powder.
I am grateful for a ladder, wood, a saw, a phone call, an email, a quote and teachers everywhere I go.
I'm trying something new. I am airing my tent out after wiping it down with warm water and vinegar.
Then Lysol.
I am grateful for the guides, the opportunity and the equipment to comfortably fall asleep on a mountain.
Power went out the morning after the evening I ruined a protein that I took pictures of, wrote about and obsessed over the best way to cook it and serve it and watch them eat it. I made inedible for human consumption the chorizo stuffed boneless two inches of straight protein that I massaged and promised to two people. I will not give up.
Today I am grateful for goals, those two, a pleasing enough tenderloin and whoever is out there helping my refrigerator hum again.
The delivery will include two boneless chorizo stuffed pork chops. (Half of hers I hope she gives me, but I also hope she loves it so much that she tells me to go get my own.) I'll roast the asparagus with an olive oil, lemon and pepper on a preheated foil lined pan at 400 degrees (?) for ten to fifteen minutes maybe. The cauliflower will be similar but with garlic and cheese. Those baked beans will reintroduce that bacon, green peppers, sweet onion, brown sugar, Blackburn's syrup, black pepper, ketchup, mustard and Worcestershire sauce. Then those Sara Lee rolls brushed with a salted butter. A couple of halved green and black grapes on the side of the plate. He'll have a fresh jalapeƱo, and I better be serving lemon pie for dessert. I wonder if they'll just let me watch them eat because that's not creepy.
I am grateful for loaners and an increase and home and spring and dinner for the both of them.
He said, "I've never seen anyone wash a paintbrush out like that."
I am grateful for a roller and a paintbrush and a can of paint and if I'd only listen and how he said, "I reckon we'd done good working together if we'd done it about ten years." I am grateful for today.
I am grateful for a birthday and breakfast and stories and turkeys and prepping and planning for outdoor meals.