a minute of manners and musings
the pants problem
Yesterday was a kinda, sorta big day. I had a job interview! Talk about putting into practice what you preach…that was me. I did all the prep work to make sure I was well-groomed, well-versed and well-rested for the meeting and felt fairly pleased with myself until I pulled my pants from the hanger 10 minutes prior to departure. The button was missing. And there was a little pulling action in the tailgate area. I thought they were ready to go because they had come back from the cleaners a couple of weeks before Christmas – I had worn them with pride then. Clearly, a lot can happen a couple of weeks before (and after) Christmas. One safety pin and a mid-thigh length coat later, I jiggled out the door and on to potential and possibility. Lesson: Even when your clothes come back from the cleaners, try them on your person before appointment time. And, if you find yourself in a pickle like this, don’t panic. Get creative, do what you can and forget it.
In the midst of the morning pants problem, I agreed to a 9:30pm Skype appointment with my friend, B, in Boulder. That’s 9:30 at night, in case you missed that. At 7:45, after a bowl of warm chicken and dumplings and after a warm bath, I discovered another lesson for the day: don’t make any decisions during a pants problem. After yesterday’s post, we are clear on my sleep requirements, right? So, I had some time to kill. Not that there isn’t plenty to do around the house, but after chicken and dumplings and a bath??
So, as I’m … I don’t know what I was doing … waiting … I smelled something scrumptious coming from the kitchen. I’m just really sorry if you have children that are into sports, art, drama, whatever…and don’t cook. This is what Emma had done to me…
Hello, pants problem.
I may have had a few. They were warm! It was the only thing to do.
My mother-in-law, who is a wonderful cook, made the batter for these lovelies, wrapped it in Saran Wrap and sent it to us. She said to keep it in the fridge, roll out a few at the time (or all of them), cook and enjoy. What a thoughtful thing to give someone! I had envisioned a quiet afternoon, a cup of hot tea in a pretty cup, 2 of these on a pretty plate. The reality was me in my pink flannel bathrobe, standing at the counter eating them like potato chips.
Why do we continue to do what we know contributes to the very problem we are trying to correct? I don’t know. It’s a mystery. May my lessons be your help and guide. And, as you read these lessons, you can bet your tailgate I’m at the gym.