Q. What will survive a nuclear holocaust?
Seriously, though, I have zucchini and summer squash up the kazoo. I grew none of it. One of my friends is an avid gardener. When we’ve met for our Sunday walks, she’s handed everyone in attendance the gift of fresh zucchini and summer squash.
I’ve even been able to grow it. Gardening is not my strong suit, but the last time I planted any the bushes produced until November.
That was a lot o’ zukes. The last couple that came to fruition before the frost had burrowed under the remains of other plants thad had gone into retirement at the end of the season. I was cleaning out the garden when I bumped one with my foot. With my hand, I swept back the stray leaves and found two zukes the size of baseball bats. I think I made soup. Hubby doesn’t like zucchini or summer squash, so it must be snuck into other dishes. He doesn’t even like zucchini bread or cake, but that’s why we have the chocolate variations, isn’t it?
Think I’ll make some ratatouille for the freezer. That way if it gets mushy, no harm done, and it will be a reminder of the sunny days ahead this winter.
Some years ago, bracelets stamped with WWJD? were the rage. They reminded wearers to ask themselves “What would Jesus do?” to discern the best course of action as they went through the day.
This morphed into alternatives such as WWXD? (“What would Xena the princess warrior do?”) Others were on the market, but escape my mind.
My mind has had a lot to deal with this last week. Hubby was able to get his retirement paperwork in to human resources just under the wire before yesterday’s layoffs. His separation date coincided with the 30% reduction in the workforce before another company buys them out and sends most of the jobs to India. He is out of there, and thanks be to The Great Mystery for it.
Even in the middle of the big decision, his thoughts were with coworkers whom he respected and liked. One has two kids in college. The other is up to her neck in the project they were working on. Both were let go yesterday.
I didn’t have a bracelet for it, but kept asking myself “WWGD?” As in Grandma. My maternal grandmother. In this case, she would have listened, and made carrot cake.
Which I did. With cream cheese frosting. I found a mix-in-pan cake recipe that I made with a gluten free baking mix–good flavor wise, but needs an egg or two for support. Please go to http://choosingvoluntarysimplicity.com for the recipe. If you use regular wheat flour, you’ll be fine. I found the recipe for the frosting on http://glutenfreeonashoestring.com.
I think I did just fine. Grandma would have been impressed.
It was good to see him smile.
Have you seen “Monty Python and the Holy Grail?” You need to if you haven’t. At several points in the movie, the rallying cry of “Get on with it!” rings through Castle Anthrax and across a battlefield.
Hubby has taken those wise words to heart. He’s decided to retire. He’d planned to stay at his job a couple of more years, but larger world circumstances including another takeover of his company have placed him in a position where he has more to lose if he stays where he’s been for the last 35 years than if he “gets on with it” with his long planned woodworking shop.
I’m relieved. I’m excited for him, and anxious to see where this new adventure will take us. Corporate culture never made a lot of sense to me, anyway. While it’s provided us with some nice things, it’s cost a lot in terms of sanity. It’s been like dealing with the Killer Rabbit and his offspring.
Adjustments will need to be made, of course. The good news is that we’re pretty much debt-free, no outstanding bills. House taxes and insurance will be the biggest expenses. I’m researching ways to keep the food bill low while taking the personal preferences and quirks of three individuals with different needs and tastes happy and healthy. Results will be published here, believe me.
Hubby’s birthday is this week, and a pole barn shopping trip is in order. There will be cake and a fancy dinner to commemorate the year that ends in a zero, and there will be a special performance of Oakley’s arrangement of “The Song of His People.” Best of all is knowing that the crazy train is pulling into the station and we can disembark.
So…let’s get on with it!