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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Ad Addendem

Please note Dear Reader, that in the post where I exposed my fond desire for a Dear Grandmamma, I did my best to point out that it isn't just Dirt that is in need of extra care. I am most likely the household's largest slob and project spreader-outter. It is just that when you add the dear man to the full day daily mix it does indeed get deep around here.

I'm not a very good conventional wife, I like to lift heavy objects and I like to do it out-of-doors. This has never been a complete disappointment to Dirt as he has all along appreciated that I desire to give a hand and flat out be the one to do some of the out-of-doors tasks. And that I am fairly capable of dealing with weights of more than five pounds without having to call him over or crush something in the process is a big plus in his world. So what if he has to eat peanut butter sandwiches for dinner sometimes? Although a steady diet of such is rather a bummer, I actually am the first to tire of not having "normal" suppers like my mom always had. Oh wait, I'm the mom now.

He says he married me for my .. let's call them sturdy yet shapely.. thick ankles and my mom's apple pie. He has repeated that and never wavered. He says that when he saw my ankles he knew I would never go lame. (He has skinny wimpy ankles and has "gone lame" often.)

The only problem with his reasons was that he made an assumption that if the mother could cook (and enjoyed it, day in, day out, morning, noon and evening) so did the daughter, ooops. My mother was nearly dead before I could roll a pie crust and get it to the pan, and so was I with the frustration of trying. I became very fond of cake. And I am certainly fond of cooking, at times horrifyingly passionate even, but the key is "at times." If I am consistent in anything, it is my inconsistancy. There isn't even any rhyme let alone reason to my inconsistent moods.

Oh, I cook when I don't feel like it. I'm not saying I am such a dud that I won't. The food from those moments is however perhaps two components away from making a good pesticide. It sure as heck is at the very least "just food" at that point and not life-sustaining love in the form of a culinary delight.

Outside is where I wanna be. I do not however, do anything mechanical any more, well obviously mechanical or at least maintainence on the car. (The word maintainance could be the dead give away, maintainence is not a project.) It is why I married a mechanic. Well that and the fact that my dad was a mechanic.

So actually, if our Dear Grandmamma could please add changing oil, filling window cleaner dispensers and a myriad of other car maintanence sorta stuff that I'd prefer to block from my brain, I am sure Dirt would appreciate that also. It would free him up to learn to make apple pie before the last of his girls leave.

8 comments:

LindaSueBuhl said...

Can't you figure out a way to build another house there - so at least one daughter could be a bond servant - for oh say - eternity!!!!
I love to cook - am a good cook but honestly - today I don't give a flip about "what to have for supper" - too hot and dieting and - well I simply don't wanna. I'm positive you have many qualities which attract and keep the Dirt such a happy man - thick ankles aside (sheesh - he is lucky you are an understanding woman because few of us would be wooed by that phrase - sturdy legs - hmmmm)
Take heart it is truly mid summer -so have a night's dream and let Ebet loose in the kitchen with some apples and flour and sugar and butter -I think pie for supper is a wise choice!(BTW - if I could stand the colder weather - I could be a grandmama - that and I'm not such a great housecleanerupper in my own right-nevermind)

deedee said...

I'm sure someone will answer your ad - if I run across a grandmamma I'll send her your way.

gardenerprogress/Catherine said...

I cracked up reading this because this is so how I am. I would much rather do hard work outside than make dinner any day. My poor husband doesn't complain too often when I've run out of time for making dinner and offer him a choice of cereals.
Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to do those boring jobs like cleaning the house and making dinner!

Flower said...

Good luck!! That is quite a list or wants to fill!

Susie said...

I'm sure there's a great grandma out there somewhere with all these qualifications!!!

Abe Lincoln said...

Your post made me smile. There are a lot of distractions in life and all are designed by people to keep us occupied with the idea of buying more stuff.

Working in the dirt, outside or in, is far removed from the hustle and bustle of buying dresses, pants, shoes and socks or groceries. It isn't the thing to do. I guess. Not sure, of course.

Anyway. I enjoyed reading this post and think I cracked my face from smiling.

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basebell6 said...

just surfed onto your blog and can tell i'm going to love it!! my husband also married me for my mom's apple / cherry / black raspberry / pumpkin pies. :)

Daisy said...

I hate making pies. I'd rather bake 5 cakes than make 1 pie. :D