Come on in here and tell me
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I think I could listen to “Unchained Melody” all day and all night for a month of Saturdays. My gosh, what a lovely song. I feel like being quiet every time I hear it and I couldn’t tell you why. Just do. Something about the whole notion of someone waiting for someone. They always do come back, but sometimes it takes a good long while and when they do they smell like a pool hall or they’ve dropped out of school and decided to grow apple trees instead or they have grass stains all the heck over their brand new jeans. There’s always a story to hear.
The kids went off to school today, and I watched them go. I waved from the front porch like I always do, and they turned and waved back and blew a kiss or two. I watched them climb on up into the big yellow bus and watched the door close tight and then they were gone. I sat awhile on the porch and felt what it feels like to be alone. That took about fifteen minutes, and then I got going on all the things I pushed to the side over the summer. I wrote some thank you notes, cleaned under the stove and refrigerator, wiped down the pantry, sorted through the books in the library (which consists of a few shelves in the living room) and put about half of ’em in a bag for the community library. I swept the sidewalk, and hosed down the trampoline just for the heck of it.
When I thought to look at the clock a few hours later it was nearly noon, and the kids would return in only three hours. Imagine that. Not even half a day had passed and I’d found myself wondering when they’d be coming home. It’s like that, you know, when you love someone. They go away and you busy yourself with dusting and such, and you might even get a notion to paint the hallway or start writing that book you’ve envisioned yourself publishing one day. But whatever you come up with, part of you is listening for footsteps, for the rush of the door opening, for a voice calling out your name. “You’ll never guess what happened today,” the voice calls out. No, I won’t, my Dear One, you whisper, and then you call back, Why don’t you come on in here and tell me.
Garlic Bubble Bread
This recipe is easy enough for the kids to throw together while you make the main dish. Serve it with pasta, chicken, or with a big ol’ salad and some cherry pie for dessert. Be prepared to hand out copies of the recipe. It’s a keeper.
1 loaf frozen bread dough
2 T melted butter
1 beaten egg
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1 T parsley flakes
1/4 tsp salt
Thaw and soften dough.
Blend together all other ingredients. Cut off pieces of dough the size of a walnut and dip into butter mixture. Place in a greased bread loaf pan until all dough is used. Cover and let rise until double in size.
Bake 30 minutes at 375. Brush with melted butter. Break off pieces when eating.