Day 24
Must be Monday!
We’re having
mostaccioli for dinner!
Often, time constraints dictate habit which
can, and often, does, become routine.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with that
conclusion; sometimes it becomes obvious.
We worked hard on our little endeavor of
farm-living; we Lived! Laughed! And, Loved! Away each minute on into weeks
and months and years. A fine existence; we ate well, too!
Nanny worked a full-time job teaching and I
held down a “real” employment activity; along with those “interferences”, we
had our “farm” duties, raising two girls and my “entrepreneurial” exploits into
everything from real estate ventures to cattle, horse, sheep sales to---you
name it!
“Time” is our most precious commodity, outside
of Faith! Family! Freedom!
I once wrote, somewhere: Time is every man’s cancer! Listen: Tick! Tick! Tick!
So, the “routine” evolves in a futile effort
to “save” time or “create” more daylight hours.
I have “no” complaints, nor am I entitled to
any, about our life. I played gold (actually---played “at” hitting that little
ball in the right direction---even did it…well, a time or two), rode horses
with the kids and exercised all manner of frivolity for entertainment. Did a
lot of fishing and hunting over the years and got into “reloading” ammunition
for various centerfire calibers and also shot-shell reloading for twelve gauge
since we took up the habit of clay pigeon shooting. (Some “wise” guy told me
that if I used the fragile clay targets in soft grass, I could gather them up
after a shooting session and re-use the un-broken ones—Ha! Ha!...he was
right!).
So,
to the Monday night habitual dining experience.
Our
Nanny is an excellent culinary delight; she can turn three food items into a
virtual “feast”.
Our “All-American girl” is just fabulous;
Perfect in every way. God’s blessing to all of us.
Seems
I cannot ever take anything “seriously”; I just see, and, announce, the humor
of life.
Now, I never missed a meal; I thoroughly enjoy
eating and Nanny fed her clan very well.
But,
somewhere along the trail, Monday became “Mostaccili” night. Tasty! Delicious! Nutritious!
All of that. And, more. But, “Big mouth” had to “notice” the annomoly---and, as
always…announce the discovery in a “humorous sort of way. The girls joined
right in the fun, too. What I foolishly did not recognize was that our “humor”
came out as a direct attack on poor Nanny’s culinary efforts. We apologized and
she “angelically” forgave us, We’re sorry!
That
little idiosyncrasy remains an honored
“humor” point in our family lore, to this day!
Nanny!
You just prepare any dish you desire---and…we will ravenously consume it! Amen!
(God!
I sure hope she never quits cooking!)
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!
Plus:
Christmas Tree
Star
Noel!
Bright night!
Angel apparition
Vigilant shepherd boy
Oh! Come all ye faithful!
Bethlehem rustic stable manger
Joseph, Mary Blessed Virgin
mother
An ox, a lamb, a cow and donkey
creatures
Redeemer-Savior Jesus Christ asleep
on the hay
Three wise men kings follow
sparkling celestial beacon
For to them this night is born a
child who is Christ the King
Silent Night! Holy Night! Peace
on the earth! Good will to men!
Christmas then, Christmas now,
Christmas eternal for all who believe
Follow Me! Fear not! I am the
Light, the Way, the Truth! I shall set thee free!
In all your days: Praise! Honor!
Glory! To God! Celebrate: Faith! Family! Freedom!
In:
Faith!
Hope!
And, Charity!
Through Jesus Christ! Amen!
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