Energy, Time, Work
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I spent the evening in the kitchen making rhubarb cake from the rhubarb out in my yard which, for the first time this year, is really comin’ up good and strong. Kids are around now, so there’s cooking to be done. I’ve been doing laundry for a week now, it seems, and that’s not a complaint. Just kind of astonishing and somewhat sweet that two young people could generate that amount of clothes in dire need of a good soaking. And since they’re out getting their summer jobs in order, I don’t mind helping ‘em out a bit.
Plus, I’ve always been one to keep busy rather than sit myself down for a stretch of time. I’m not partial to exercise unless it’s walking or trampoline time or climbing rocks (though yoga has its appeal of late). What I’ve found along the way is that if you do the work that needs doing, you don’t have to worry about an exercise program. You also get a few bruises and scars, sure, (got a fat lip this morning from mishandling my rolling pin, long story) and you get tired and you sometimes pull something, but generally what you get when you get up off your butt is things done, a feeling of accomplishment, a feeling of forward, and less to do tomorrow.
Of course, I did give ‘em the speech before they disappeared. The one about how if you want something, you’d best go after it. If you sit on your butt, nothing will happen. You’ll get rest, for sure. You’ll be able to play video games or watch Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives til the cows come home or take naps or sort through the stuff on your cell phone. Pretty much nothing bad will happen. You won’t get turned away. You can eat all the snacks you want. OR. You can figure out what it is you DO want, and then rise on up off your butt and go out and get it. THAT internship. THAT used car. THAT job. THAT career. THAT life. None of those things just appear out of the sky; you have to go out there, positive and assertive, and find them for yourself. Involves energy, time, work. But doesn’t everything that’s worth anything?
Sigh. I sigh a lot. Sometimes I feel like the teacher in the Charlie Brown cartoons, you know, the one who goes, “Wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk.” And sometimes I think I sound like a broken record. Most of the time, though, I think I sound like a reasonable person who has lived a pretty good life and had her share of crap and glory and is still trying to figure it out, and who wishes to share a bit of the story of it all in the event that, somehow, it might be of help to some other reasonable person trying to make sense of it all.
That would be my thoughts for the moment, and up off my butt I go. Got some Scotch eggs to whip up, and cheesy potatoes, and a batch of no-bake cookies, for ol’ time’s sake.
Some things are sure things, and these are. Remind me of being a kid, and the taste of summer way back when.
No-bake Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies
½ cup butter
1½ cups white sugar
½ cup packed brown sugar
½ cup milk
4 T cocoa
1 pinch salt
½ cup creamy peanut butter
2 tsp vanilla
3 cups dry quick-cooking oats
Add the first six ingredients into a 4-quart sauce pan. Bring to a rolling boil and hold for 1 minute, then remove from heat. Add peanut butter into the hot mixture and stir until melted.
Add vanillas (almond extract is good also).
Mix in the dry oats until they are completely coated, and drop cookies by tablespoonfuls onto wax paper. Let cool until set.
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