Wordy Wednesday

Is it already Wednesday? And the sun is actually in the sky? I assume it's the sun, whatever that thing is up there that gives light and warmth and makes me want to chuck my Christianity and worship it, building little wooden presents for it to set up in the yard and offering my first born to it in a begging, sycophantic way in hopes it will never go away again. Or, I guess maybe it would be better to bow my head in prayer to the triune God and thank him for his graciousness. Clearly I still have a long way to go.

Anyway, Aloucius had a birthday. He turned 11. So now, gosh, that's two of them that should be able to go off and earn a living and make their way in the world. Clearly I have more work to do. I spent the afternoon frying shrimp and toiling over a large stack of crepes. In my economic reality, the Joy of Cooking Crepe recipe has to be done times 8, even when, technically, only six short people are eating them. And there wasn't a single on left. Before that, however, I indulged myself in the Wegmans Ultimate Vanilla Cake. I could have baked a cake, of course, and that would have been the proper and right thing to do. But here's the thing, I didn't want to. I just hate baking cakes. Hate It. And so, with the evil of my heart and soul, I walked right in to the cake section and walked right out, cake in hand. But not before I observed a huge big announcement asking that I “Pardon The Dust as we make some changes that will enable us to serve you better”.

“No!!!!!!!!!!” I cried out in the chaos of my own mind, “don't do that!!!!!!!!!” This store is beautiful and gorgeous and fine. There isn't anything wrong with it. Nothing. For heaven's sake, just leave it alone for a minute. Had to settle my nerves buying cheese and bread and flowers at Aldi.

Anyway, Alouicious liked the cake just fine. He managed to eat a large piece even after all the crepes and shrimp. Wondered, for a moment or two, about the relative health of a dinner comprising batter fried shrimp and crepes filled with Nutella. Everyone seemed so happy. No one said, “where's the vegetables”. I mean, they were there, but only on my plate and Matt's. And their presence on my plate was a farce because of all the fried shrimp I ate in the kitchen. But, at least, at the very least, I felt terribly guilty, so there's that.

Today we're getting back into school work. Won't that be nice.