Travel rambles
Made a new recipe for supper tonight – pollo pulqueno. Chicken thighs, onions, epazote, tomatillos, jalapenos, new potatoes and salt in the crockpot.
It definitely looked pretty in the cooker. We'll see how it tastes tonight.
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Last night I was having a conversation with a friend about travel and I talked myself into tears.
You see, if you came to me right now and offered me ten days in Spain or Greece or Italy or I could have ten days to hang out with Daddy to fix his flower gardens or Mother to paint her house or Aunt D. to cook for her and hold her hand or L. to help her pack and I'd pick the latter.
Don't get me wrong – I'm incredibly excited about going to Las Vegas in October for a long weekend to see the bull riders and I want to go on an Alaskan cruise so bad I can taste it, but, although I'm jealous of world travelers sort of, I wonder if I'm not really more disappointed in myself for being the person who is so incredibly boring.
Honestly, when I daydream about retirement? I daydream about a nice sized house here in the Hill Country on a couple of acres with room for my dogs and a couple of goats. I want a vegetable garden in the back and roses in the front and a wrap-around porch. I want a big kitchen with double ovens and a sewing room big enough for a long-arm machine and a quilting frame. I want long visits from my family and to see all the babies and to watch the birds while I'm writing and drinking my coffee.
And written out like that?
*shrugs*
People like me don't exist anymore. And part of me wonders if someone with such… mundane dreams has any business being a writer.
It definitely looked pretty in the cooker. We'll see how it tastes tonight.
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Last night I was having a conversation with a friend about travel and I talked myself into tears.
You see, if you came to me right now and offered me ten days in Spain or Greece or Italy or I could have ten days to hang out with Daddy to fix his flower gardens or Mother to paint her house or Aunt D. to cook for her and hold her hand or L. to help her pack and I'd pick the latter.
Don't get me wrong – I'm incredibly excited about going to Las Vegas in October for a long weekend to see the bull riders and I want to go on an Alaskan cruise so bad I can taste it, but, although I'm jealous of world travelers sort of, I wonder if I'm not really more disappointed in myself for being the person who is so incredibly boring.
Honestly, when I daydream about retirement? I daydream about a nice sized house here in the Hill Country on a couple of acres with room for my dogs and a couple of goats. I want a vegetable garden in the back and roses in the front and a wrap-around porch. I want a big kitchen with double ovens and a sewing room big enough for a long-arm machine and a quilting frame. I want long visits from my family and to see all the babies and to watch the birds while I'm writing and drinking my coffee.
And written out like that?
*shrugs*
People like me don't exist anymore. And part of me wonders if someone with such… mundane dreams has any business being a writer.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 10:24 AM
4 Comments:
At 8:20 PM,
Anonymous said…
snorts. that's not boring. It's just you, and how you live. And that's a good thing :D
At 12:59 PM,
Moma Sue said…
I think that is a absolutely wonderful thing to do. Not at all boring. So so etc.
At 7:48 AM,
Daddy said…
Baby, your not boring; you're wonderful!
Oh, by the way I have a lot more you can do then just my flower gardens!!!!!! :)
At 6:17 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hi Honey,
I love reading your stories and about your very interesting life, I have so much time and I feel so worthless after reading all that you do in a day.
I am proud of you and I love you and I wish I had more in me to be like you.
xoxox hugs and kisses
Aunt D.
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