We are still in the *&^%#@ trailer, but hanging in
there. It feels odd to complain about being stuck in this trailer because,
as I have said too many times before, it is actually a lot like being on
vacation. However, I fear it is a
Twilight Zone vacation that will never end.
I have a confession to make. We have not cooked in over 2 months. There is an oven/stovetop, but it is teeny-tiny small and in a cramped and inconvenient hallway on the way to the bedroom (also laughingly referred to as “the kitchen”). T considers it unworthy of his consideration and refuses to cook on or in it. I am so filled with inertia these days that sometimes I will not even pull out the toaster because it seems like too much work. We exist on sandwiches, frozen TV dinners, and restaurant meals. T would have NEVER eaten frozen TV dinners before. Now he spends a good deal of time shopping for just the right one. It is kind of cute. I have recently resorted to buying frozen omelet breakfast meals, too. There is only so much oatmeal or cereal that one can stomach.
I used to love going to restaurants. Now it is hard to get excited about going out to eat. We try to pass the decision of where to go on to each other. The general dynamic is like flipping a coin and the loser has to decide. I no longer care. Just put a funnel in my mouth, push my head back, pour some gruel down the hatch and fill me up. Three times a day would be nice. Whatever.
It is the rare restaurant that cooks as good as home, anyway. Also, there seems to be a dearth of decent Mom and Pop restaurants in the area we are staying at. I am sick to death of chain restaurants. At first it was fun to throw caution to the wind and eat at the chains, but now eating in those places feels like the death of the spirit. They all serve the same kind of food. Yes, I am a food snob. Please do not hate me for it. I like real food, cooked at home, with vegetables and fruit. I cannot help it. And there are no Wegman’s Supermarkets down here with fabulous healthy, multi-ethnic take-out choices. Those of you in the frozen northlands of New York State need to understand that God gave you Wegman’s to make up for the long winters. You can’t have everything!
Now that I have had my dramatic moment, let me say that we actually do have a favorite restaurant close by. It is a Mexican restaurant. The food is fresh, authentic, and fantastic. As for the Margueritas, let me just say they are the absolute best. Ever. In the Whole Wide World. We try desperately not to go there every day or twice in the same day.
We now have a signed and fully executed contract on House#1... again. We are just waiting to get a closing date so we can sign on the dotted line, give Fannie Mae all our money, and move in to the house. I hope that will happen before the end of June. Would it be a cliché to say, “I hope it does not fall through again?” Bite your tongue woman and don’t tempt Fate!
I am pretty sure Fate is a huge jokester with nothing much to do in its spare time. It is bored. Perhaps it is retired? Consequently, it devises screw-ups for humans in order to entertain itself. We have been Fate’s playthings for a long time now. Just how long can its attention span be? I am trying my best to not react and to seem boring. Then perhaps Fate will move on to someone else? I mean, there are lots of truly awful people out there who could use some attention. Not any of you, of course. Fate could be spending time with a wife-beater, a banker who holds up the sale of foreclosed houses, a kindergarten teacher who prefers one gender of small-fry over another, drivers with road rage - there are so many obvious choices.
Our son-in-law’s mother (SH) and step-father (JY) are moving down TODAY! We’re all very excited to expand our Florida family and have them down here. We love them dearly, and can hardly wait to see them.
I have a confession to make. We have not cooked in over 2 months. There is an oven/stovetop, but it is teeny-tiny small and in a cramped and inconvenient hallway on the way to the bedroom (also laughingly referred to as “the kitchen”). T considers it unworthy of his consideration and refuses to cook on or in it. I am so filled with inertia these days that sometimes I will not even pull out the toaster because it seems like too much work. We exist on sandwiches, frozen TV dinners, and restaurant meals. T would have NEVER eaten frozen TV dinners before. Now he spends a good deal of time shopping for just the right one. It is kind of cute. I have recently resorted to buying frozen omelet breakfast meals, too. There is only so much oatmeal or cereal that one can stomach.
I used to love going to restaurants. Now it is hard to get excited about going out to eat. We try to pass the decision of where to go on to each other. The general dynamic is like flipping a coin and the loser has to decide. I no longer care. Just put a funnel in my mouth, push my head back, pour some gruel down the hatch and fill me up. Three times a day would be nice. Whatever.
It is the rare restaurant that cooks as good as home, anyway. Also, there seems to be a dearth of decent Mom and Pop restaurants in the area we are staying at. I am sick to death of chain restaurants. At first it was fun to throw caution to the wind and eat at the chains, but now eating in those places feels like the death of the spirit. They all serve the same kind of food. Yes, I am a food snob. Please do not hate me for it. I like real food, cooked at home, with vegetables and fruit. I cannot help it. And there are no Wegman’s Supermarkets down here with fabulous healthy, multi-ethnic take-out choices. Those of you in the frozen northlands of New York State need to understand that God gave you Wegman’s to make up for the long winters. You can’t have everything!
Now that I have had my dramatic moment, let me say that we actually do have a favorite restaurant close by. It is a Mexican restaurant. The food is fresh, authentic, and fantastic. As for the Margueritas, let me just say they are the absolute best. Ever. In the Whole Wide World. We try desperately not to go there every day or twice in the same day.
We now have a signed and fully executed contract on House#1... again. We are just waiting to get a closing date so we can sign on the dotted line, give Fannie Mae all our money, and move in to the house. I hope that will happen before the end of June. Would it be a cliché to say, “I hope it does not fall through again?” Bite your tongue woman and don’t tempt Fate!
I am pretty sure Fate is a huge jokester with nothing much to do in its spare time. It is bored. Perhaps it is retired? Consequently, it devises screw-ups for humans in order to entertain itself. We have been Fate’s playthings for a long time now. Just how long can its attention span be? I am trying my best to not react and to seem boring. Then perhaps Fate will move on to someone else? I mean, there are lots of truly awful people out there who could use some attention. Not any of you, of course. Fate could be spending time with a wife-beater, a banker who holds up the sale of foreclosed houses, a kindergarten teacher who prefers one gender of small-fry over another, drivers with road rage - there are so many obvious choices.
Our son-in-law’s mother (SH) and step-father (JY) are moving down TODAY! We’re all very excited to expand our Florida family and have them down here. We love them dearly, and can hardly wait to see them.
Hopefully, you can have some cookouts with all of the family while you await your move into House #1!
ReplyDeleteIt is true, M&MV have made some incredible meals for us.
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