COOL AND NOT SO COOL! In other words, HOW WAS YOUR RAINY SUNDAY? Did it rain on y0ur parade?
It’s Sunday, June 28, 2015 and last I heard Toronto was having their huge Pride Parade today. What rotten timing with so much to celebrate, especially this year. Pardon the pun, but darn, it rained on their parade. Not nice, but at least that massive rainbow coloured banner being marched down a main street looked great, along with those new PRIDE police cruisers with the rainbow striping across the front and along the sides of the white car. How cool is that?
What else is cool? Let’s start with my pool: it’s plummeted from 80 degrees on Friday to 68 today. What’s not cool? Being confined to barracks with my husband and the dog since yesterday morning. I’ve watched China beat Australia, and England defeat Canada in the FIFA Soccer games…and I never watch soccer…and chased my dog around the house playing “toss and catch” and watch out for the furniture. If I don’t play, he just mopes at the back door because he’s dying to get to the squirrel taunting him as she runs along the fence.
Also not cool is my bottom! It’s numb from sitting on the computer chair, popping on and off Facebook in the hopes something exciting is happening there because nothing exciting is happening here. Sorry. I lie. While this might not be exciting to anyone else, it’s exciting to me to get a new review on “Learning to Love Myself” this morning and have the reviewer say I’m “a marvelous and fiercely honest writer”? Wow, for me that’s exciting and cool. And that was followed by another from a new friend and fan who called “No Tears for my Father” “a testament to the human spirit.” Thanks so much Paula Turner.
So riding on the joy off all that praise, I decide to give my numb bum, as I call it, a break and make some broccoli soup from scratch. After all, it feels a bit like fall today anyway. (Oh stop with all the rhyming already! Re-read those two sentences and you’ll see what I mean!) So I dump a huge bag of fresh broccoli into the pot with some bouillon, chop in a little ham, add some onions, cut up two huge potatoes and make myself a fresh perked coffee. Wait. Those two unrelated activities ARE connected and hence belong in the same sentence.
I put some honey, milk and cream into my coffee, then before I stir it, I decide to add some creamy Quark (tell me you know what that is…) to the soup. I check for flavour with the soup spoon, then instantly return to stir my coffee with the same soup spoon. It isn’t until I see bits of broccoli, potato, onion and Quark in my coffee that I remember I forgot to rinse the spoon. Not cool! Not cool at all. Ever drunk broccoli soup coffee before? Not recommended.
So that’s enough of that. Oh wait. Nearly forgot what first prompted me to even write a post today. While I was making the soup, hubby was busy washing some dishes in the sink. We kept getting in each other’s way as I needed water to wash the potatoes etc. Slightly irritated at how he always decides to help with something at the wrong time, I laughed and said: “The dishes could have waited and we wouldn’t be tripping over each other.” He looked at me sweetly and said: “Aren’t you lucky I’m doing them for you?” I grinned, but something about that comment annoyed me. Why? Because all the dishes, except for one bowl, were his! Damn right he should be washing his own dishes!
But then, again, I suppose I am lucky to have a husband who does that much. Not every woman does, do they. It’s easy to forget to watch for the rainbow on a rainy day. So how was your rainy Sunday? Did it rain on your parade?