Hot Cocoa.

 Hot Cocoa.

 

Ever wake up and want something but don’t really feel like eating what is there or what is easily whipped up into a meal? Such is the problem here this morning. The dogs were happy to show me how that pork shoulder could be consumed. They are pretty much welcome to every freaking bite of it. Cleaned up the pan it was baked in this morning. Pork is a greasy meat. Bleah. Chicken is a bit dry—same with turkey. And beef, even if it is on sale and a great cut, is still something that has to be cooked carefully in order to be tender. Well, except for hamburger. And that may or may not have a good flavor. Tuna casserole might not be bad at all, and that can of salmon on the table that Erin brought here the other day would make some good salmon patties. May just do that for lunch today. It is pretty bad that a person can gripe about choices when some folks would just be happy to have ANY food whatsoever. So here the old woman sits at her desk feeling ashamed to be so terribly spoiled. The pantry has food—multiple cans of different meats and vegetables—and the deep freeze has frozen meats and vegetables in it as well. Yep, spoiled with too many choices.

 

It is not really cold today, but hot cocoa with little marshmallows just sounded good. Lots of sugar that adds little adjustments to that thing called BMI. Got the results of the medical exam this morning and that was the only facet that said the old woman needs to discuss with doctor. See, it is those cups of hot cocoa or the marshmallows—or both. C’est la vie! (That’s life.)

 

Went out and checked on the hens and brought four eggs inside to fill up another carton for the kids. My doctor probably could use some by now. She has a couple of children and her son really likes eggs.

 

It must be a good idea to scan articles before actually reading them—especially when death is in the headline. It seems that Canada has a law that permits assisted suicide—like for people who have terminal illnesses that are truly miserable without any likelihood of getting less debilitating. And now they may extend that “service” to those with emotional/mental illnesses that may never be remediated. That was just about flabbergasting. Apparently, Canada is not the only country considering such things as Switzerland was also mentioned as debating the problem. Sitting here shaking my head and remembering that Hitler had all those with physical handicaps or mental problems taken to “hospitals” and “treated” so that they would not be a drain upon the resources of the nation. SO very considerate for the national good, right? Such a “consideration” might be extended—logically—to include the elderly, those with Alzheimer’s, the autistic, or anyone a little different from the norm. Sitting here shaking my head. Really futuristic terrors.

 

Of all the developments of some societies, we can produce more foods, travel faster and farther, clothe and house ourselves more economically, and otherwise provide the essentials for life. Yet caring, showing kindnesses, and just being there for others is one of our greatest failures. How very sad. Since God spoke to Cain, we have not developed a better way to deal with our emotional baggage concerning our “brothers” and their successes. Envy is a type of poison. Let us work on having a better attitude toward others whether it is the guy who sends rockets into space or the woman with a pink Cadillac. We can either accept our own limitations or work on our attitude so that the limitations do not feel restrictive. God gives us SO many blessings in nature. Let’s open our eyes to what is common to all of us—the need for companionship, the need to be regarded as one of God’s children, the need to be appreciated as we are in life.

 

Please pray for those in need of extra love right now.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.