My Daily Bread....

Well, it’s Sunday night. I just finished ironing my uniforms for work this week. Before that, I did the supper dishes and found the kitchen counter. I like to do that on the weekend, and at least start the week with a kitchen counter.

I am always amazed at how fast the weekend flies by. Friday night, I was full of enthusiasm and ready to get lots of things done. As I listened to the football game being played at the stadium just five blocks away, I was happy, knowing that I had two whole days off!

And now it’s Sunday night. Where did the weekend go?

The list of things I wanted to accomplish this weekend was quite long, and unrealistic. But, being the eternal optimist, I had to think I was going to manage to get all of them done. Not even close.

I did go to the flag football game on Saturday. Mckay’s team lost but, he is always a winner, in Grandma’s book. And I got to visit with family, including my new daughter-in-law. I just realized: it’s the first time I have seen her since she and my son got married. Hmmmm…

And I did actually get a lot done this weekend. I visited with family and spent quality time with friends, too. I cleaned out some drawers that were long overdue for cleaning. And I put my suitcases away from my trip in July. Before I did that, I had to figure out when I think I might be traveling again. No use rushing to put them away if I’m going somewhere, right?

One of the things that didn’t get done was a trip to the grocery store. I don’t have a good excuse except to say that I really didn’t feel like it. Sometimes I am motivated to grocery shop but, not this weekend. It was just too much.

I remember when my boys were teenagers. They would hear the garage door open when I got home from the grocery store and they would come out—without having to be asked—and help me take the groceries in the kitchen. All I had to do was stay in the kitchen and start putting things away.

I thought it was sweet of them to help me. And I thought they were the greatest guys in the world. Little did I know that they were helping me in order to take inventory of what I bought at the store….Oh well.

So, last night, when it was time to forage for supper, I managed to come up with some eggs, an unopened package of bacon, and bread. Voila! Eggs over easy, bacon, and toast. It was delicious, nourishing, and satisfying. I promised myself that I would go to the store today….but I didn’t. And supper tonight?

Eggs over easy, bacon and toast….of course.