Bull in the China Closet
I’ve written before about my challenges. Mama always said I was a bull in a china closet. Despite self-identifying as an exquisitely graceful gentlewoman, my bumps and bruises speak otherwise. My messes scream ‘self-delusional liar’!
Maybe I can blame multi-tasking
Walking and doing anything else
Talking and doing anything else
Thinking and doing anything else
Bless my heart.
When we remodeled, we made plenty of space to move freely throughout my fashionable, open concept kitchen, dining room, and living room. How I can bump my arm on the one bar edge that is nearly shoulder height and jerk my back out of whack day after day is beyond my understanding! Mercy!
As you know from other posts, cooking is very challenging to me for a number of reasons. Today’s reason could have been humorous. It wasn’t. Because cooking involves cleanup, therein lies the rub. Okay, it was sort of funny. Later.
When you cook like I do or come to think of it, much of anything, there is always a mess involved. More on that another day.
I ground up meat for barbeque sandwiches. It didn’t spew out the top because I put my hand over the inflow tube. I could have used the stopper that fit the processor, but it was behind a bunch of spices. I was afraid they’d be knocked over in the process. My hand worked fine. It was a little oily from the splatter, but no biggie. A dollop of soap and water, a paper towel, and I’m good to go.
I managed to cook the meat with a little more BBQ sauce and drain it without incident. However, when I ran the water to rinse the residual meat from the top to the food processor, that my friends, was a ‘whole nother ballgame.
The inflow tube wasn’t facing into the sink; it was facing toward my tummy and over the side of the sink! I quickly turned off the water and grabbed a towel that was in easy reach.
I cleaned up the mess and sopped up my shirt the best I could. No need to wonder why my cabinet fronts are starting to buckle! No need to wonder why I change clothes so often!
Once again, I turned on the water to begin the cleaning process. May the Lord love me anyway!
Lo and behold, I did the same dern thing! Water all over me and down the cabinet. ARGH!
On a positive note, at least my floor got cleaned. Anyway, blessings!
KB
James 1:2-5 is today’s verse I am trying to pound into my head. It says when any kind of troubles come my way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. When faith is tested, endurance grows. James says to let it grow, allow endurance to be fully developed so I will be perfect and complete and need nothing. The last verse is my prayer for sure. When I need wisdom, I am to ask God, and He will give it to me without rebuking me.
I am seriously asking for wisdom for life skills that do not include klutziness.
Here’s some trivia for the day…
Lo was used way back in the day and appears in Beowulf, the epic poem written somewhere between 975 and 1027 A.D. It’s short for look. Huh!
According to the English Oxford Living Dictionary, BEHOLD has the meaning of observing something “of remarkable or impressive nature”. If that is true, then my use of behold is not proper word usage. Since remarkable is defined by thesaurus.com as “extraordinary or unusual”, I strike out on both counts. Mess making is nothing out of the ordinary – for me anyway.
By the way, ‘nother’ is a real word that dates back to the 14th century.
