Every other Tuesday, we have an informal lunch at our church. Everyone is invited and everyone pitches in with a little something; it always turns into a fun and tasty get together.
Well, last week the lunch sort of sneaked up on me and it dawned on me Tuesday morning that I didn’t have anything in the house that I could whip up and take along.
So I sat in the kitchen. And I pondered. And I perplexed. I pondered and I perplexed until a pondering-produced light finally dawned. I did have something to take after all! I remembered that I had a store bought container of unopened potato salad. I traipsed out to our extra refrigerator in the garage where ye olde potato salad was residing and I carried it into the kitchen, so happy to have found something in the house that was take-able.
However, when I took the lid off the container and peered at the contents within, I felt decidedly uninspired by the blandness before me. Something needed to be done—something easy and something speedy.
The first thing I figured I could do to increase the salad’s appeal was to take it out of the store container so that it would no longer blatantly announce the fact that it wasn’t homemade. I spooned it all in a disposable container and set it on the counter for further pondering.
It continued to not inspire me.
After a bit more thought, I boiled an egg, sliced it, and used it as a bland-ish potato salad garnish.
A slight improvement, to be sure.
I added a few sprinkles of paprika.
And a wee bit of parsley.
And with a few simple and quick additions, I went from this . . . to this.
And my garnish-lovin’ heart was happy.
A Teeny Tiny Rant
I wrote the above (perky) post yesterday.
In today’s news, though, I’m having sort of a down day on several fronts. I’ve been sick for the past few days and am headed to the doctor this afternoon to make sure that it’s not getting into my lungs since my peak flow meter results have been headed downward.
And emotionally? I’m tired, overwhelmed, discouraged and especially lonely. I am rather tempted to crawl into bed and put the covers over my head for about a week. Anyone else ever dealt with the Covers Over The Head Temptation? Unfortunately, that particular temptation doesn’t usually allow for the fact that life and busyness continue on and all our obligations and responsibilities still tend to sniff us out, even under the covers.
I would be the first one to admit that I don’t have a thing in the world to be sad or down about. But you know, every once in a while we all just need to give ourselves permission to not be happy. Or even cheery. And since pastor’s wives usually specialize in cheeriness, and listening, and lifting the burdens of others (which I count a great privilege), I think maybe I’ve gotten a little overladen with a few too many loads--loads of others and loads of my own.
At any rate, I am making myself be up and at ‘em today (despite feeling lousy) because there is just way too much to get done. However, I am reassuring myself with the fact that the emotional pendulum will soon swing the other way and I am also reminding myself that feelings are just feelings . . . they don’t define life, they don’t define me. They just . . . are.
So. That’s my teeny, tiny rant for the day.
Thank you for listening.