Social Distancing Diaries: Day 9

Dear Diary, The Hobbit Edition

8:30am: Livestream worship with EBIC. Shout out to Pastor Adam for another spot-on sermon! Take away nugget: More important than what you decide inside the voting booth is how you treat your neighbor outside the voting booth. 

10:30am: Inspired by Eden reading an entire book in 2 days, I decided to read for pleasure today. I’m re-reading “Chains” by Laurie Halse Anderson. It’s book 1 of a trilogy and last year I bought book 3 but haven’t read it yet. Since it’s been so long since I read Books 1 and 2 I need to re-read them. I suffer from what I affectionately dubbed “Swiss Cheese Brain.” My memory for books and movies (and frankly whole conversations) begins to fade as soon as I read the last page or the final credits roll (or I walk away in the case of a conversation). Never be reticent to remind me of something I said or did—I likely forgot.  Also, don’t take it personally. My Swiss Cheese Brain is no respecter of socioeconomic, gender, color, creed, or any other distinction.

Sausage and Potato soup and biscuits

11:24am: My dad texted me to ask if we’d like to share soup with him that he’d be making over the open fire. <Side Note: If you know my dad you know that cooking over an open fire is not work to him. It is luxury.> Why sure we would love to join you! What time? “When it’s ready.” I determined that would be in about an hour.  So an hour later I walked over to find him still peeling the potatoes for the soup and building the fire in the bake oven where he will bake the biscuits that, oh, by the way, will you mix up some biscuits?? <Side Note: Dad built this bake oven using clay he dug out of the creekbank down on the farm.> Sure, I’ll mix up some biscuits. Folks, my dad was practicing the Slow Food Movement before it was trendy. 

1:30pm: The food was ready! It was worth waiting for.

6:00pm: Guess what?! Supper with my mom and dad at their house! This one was planned since yesterday. Not like the impromptu lunch, er, afternoon meal. OMG! Are we Hobbits??? I don’t think I care if I grow large hairy feet if it means I get to eat shrimp in garlic cream sauce, more homemade biscuits, and chocolate mousse!! Frodo, take me away!