At least that is true in our house.
This morning the girls ate our last bananas. Our last pieces of fruit in the house. And my husband used the last of the milk on his cereal. Which was perfect because I had to make a run to the grocery store anyway.
Even more perfect? I had $15 in Target gift cards I had collected from some of their ”buy x amount and get a $5 gift card” deals. So to Target the girls and I went to buy some milk and fruit.
Nothing like walking out of a store without paying anything, is there?
I am not a neat person. My home is neat because I mean it to be.
I am not one to be tidy all the time, but by focusing and putting effort into it, I get results.
I am not an artsy person. I do not draw, paint, or create very much from within myself. I have always thought of myself as an analytic. I do tend to think through problems in my head and make “pro-con” lists naturally.
But did I believe there was a creative bone in my body?
Not so much.
It has become more and more evident to me, though, that my creativity does not lie in things that I can look at, nor is it really harnessed in the things I write (such as this blog), but it is found in the things I can taste.
Several weeks ago I made a batch of butternut squash soup that my husband loved. He asked what I did differently with that particular batch, but I couldn’t tell him. I muttered something about experimenting and testing new things out, but I truly couldn’t tell him what exactly went into that pot to make the flavors I made.
When I cook I am in my zone, so to speak. I start with some aromatics, I smell my herbs and spices to find what suits my palette at the moment and what would go best with the ingredients I have on hand. I saute, I deglaze, I roast, and I sear. All of these bring out different nuances of flavor that I know can be harnessed in different ways.
Today at a local MOPS meeting I brought some mini-quiche. I didn’t really have a recipe in mind, but I knew I had some vegetables and plenty of different kinds of cheese on hand. I ended up with pepper, onion, and mushroom quiches with romano cheese “crusts”.
When a friend asked for the recipe I gave her the same goofy look that I gave my husband several weeks ago. I had no recipe. Could I probably tell her what was in those mini-quiches? Yes. Was I positive of the exact amounts of everything? Not a bit.
I share this bit of insight into my life to have to take a look at your own. You may not be artistically creative, but we are all created in His image. We are all creative. How are you creative?
For those of you not in the continental U.S., you may not know that we have had one of the coldest winters in the last several years.
Our part of the country has been no exception. It has been chilly willy.
And I don’t mean 40 degrees chilly, I mean waking up to 14 degrees chilly.
(Aside: If you live in the Midwest you are probably scoffing at my dismay over 14 degree temperatures. You folks are unusually accustomed to unnaturally, ridiculously cold temperatures. Seriously, who wears shorts when it’s 50 degrees? Not I.)
Anyway, with all these cold days and nights, we haven’t been getting out as much I would like to. Madeline especially has been begging to play outside, but with such cold temperatures and lots of illnesses going around, I didn’t dare risk it.
Today, though, it hit 47. A sweet, balmy 47 degrees Fahrenheit. So the DP ladies donned some coats and mittens and headed out to work the soil in the garden.
Ok, so I was the only one wielding a shovel, but the girls were there for moral support, feasting on their sliced pears.
Nonetheless, it was wonderful to be outside and even more wonderful to finally start working the ground in the garden. I already have visions of green, sprouting things dancing in my head.
Despite the fact that I write a blog, I really am an introvert.
True and true.
How do I know? Because being with people exhausts me. Even people I really love.
At the end of the day, I need to spend some time alone. That, is the mark of a true introvert.
Communicating with people (over the phone, e-mail, texting, etc.) can be just as tiring for me, and so yesterday, although was a special day, is one I tend to dread.
Yesterday was my birthday.
I am not one of those women who wants to hide how old she is, though I’m really not very old at all, and I’m not scared of aging or hitting any big _-0 numbers (3-0, 4-0, etc.).
Really, I just know that on my birthday I will have to have at least four phone conversations (one with each parent and with each sibling), plus I will have to field lots of text messages and Facebook communication.
Sounds silly, but this can really be daunting for someone who’d rather spend the day on the couch watching re-runs of Friends.
This year I tried to take a different perspective on it, though.
There are so many people in my life that care about me. There are so many people that took time out of their busy day to wish me a happy birthday.
Seriously, how blessed am I?
When I thought about it that way, it put things in a new perspective.
How could I get bogged down and overwhelmed with such an outpouring of love?
It may be hard to answer everyone’s Facebook posts, or to sit on the phone with each family member for at least 15 minutes to talk about what the girls are doing, but isn’t everyone just trying to tell me that they love me? Aren’t they all just showing me that they know it’s my birthday and they want me to feel special?
Readers, I really have been gifted with some of the kindest friends and family around.
Runagram Saturday: This is the first time since last fall that I have taken the girls for a run in the jogging stroller. Lesson to be learned? There are some muscles I haven’t used in a few months.