I’m puzzled about many things, oh to be able to sort out life and have the sorting be correct would be wonderful. I know I’m not making sense.
One of my level-headed friends is in the hospital, he has always been IN CONTROL. Now as I sit and watch and listen I realize he is fighting to still be the boss but. . . .If he had taken better care of his body would he be in better shape. Probably! If I take better care of mine will it prepare me for the dismal days of old age? Maybe!
Then what about this. . .All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair. Yikes!! Good thing I didn’t know this before we had children.
And this. Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them–a mother’s approval, a father’s nod–are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of the mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
For sure I am in the skin sagging and the heart weakening stage and I do understand some of the things that use to aggravate me about my mother.
This is the weekend ALL the kids will be here–I will get some pictures for you!! What fun we will have. This is one of the recipes I will be making.
2 Mr. Dell’s frozen hash browns
2 cans evaporated milk
1 stick butter –I will use less
4 T Mckays Chicken Seasoning–I will use a little more
Put in the largest oblong dish, bigger than a 9×13–bake 350 for 45 minutes