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patience, patience

You know how you think something is going to be quick and easy and you are completely wrong?  Yeah, that is me.  Always.  I should know to add about 6 months minimum to any "weekend" project i think i'm going to accomplish.

But it's okay.  Anything good is worth waiting for. 

I just need a few more hours in the day, and eventually i'm going to have that.  Just not now.  I'm trying to stock up on supplies that will be needed on those snow days I am "stuck" at home......hahahaha "stuck"......i'm actually wishing for snow.  Shhhhh.  All day in the house to work on my projects with loud music accompanied by horrid singing and bad dancing.....sounds lovely to me.  That or chanting monks and lit candles.....who knows.  Like Bobbie sang, it's my prerogative.

And food.  I'm making my list of food to stock up on for the marathon cooking and freezing i have planned, in my head.

This week i'm going to attack the mysterious freezer in the basement that i'm told works but hasn't been used in years.  I'm also told it smells bad.  Soooooo.....thats gonna be fun.  But I am the woman who as a kid spent summers in Florida cleaning out refrigerators and hunting lizards.....My grandfather had a business where he picked up broken refrigerators and fixed them to re-sell. This was his version of retirement.  Stinky refrigerators and freezers aren't my favorite but it brings back some fond memories and feelings for me.  I'll just have to hold my breath and de-stink it. 

My baby boy turns 27 this week.  I think that may make me cry.  Again.  And then my first born turns 29.  More crying.  I'm so proud of both of them - of the adults they have become.  I'm not getting any older though, just so that is clear.

Happy Thanks giving to those who celebrate it.  I like it so much i'm going to do it a couple of times this year. 

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