Author: Angela Pea

Wife. Mother. Engineer. Cancer Survivor. Knitter of Marvelous Things. Rider of Multiple Bikes. Fabulous Cook. Reader of All the Books. Eternal Optimist. Perpetually Happy.
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Minutes – September 5, 2016

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::tired – It’s Labor Day here in the U.S….and that’s exactly what I did today! Kids went off in different directions with friends, and I spent the day taking care of Mom P., doing laundry and rearranging some furniture.  It’s incredible how much stuff you find behind furniture that rarely gets moved.  I mean, really weird stuff, stuff like

  • little Lego Bioniclelego bionicle
  • a ball of rubberbands
  • umpteen dead bugs (eeew!)
  • the top slat from the kitchen blinds that’s been missing forEVER – don’t ask, because I don’t have a clue
  • desiccated carrot stick
  • three pencils and a pen
  • a drumstick, the wooden kind, not kind from a chicken
  • a blue replacement lightbulb from Christmas lights
  • a picture of DirtBike from fourth grade – gads he was a cutiepie!

::grateful – So thankful for the professionals in our life, the ones who provide counsel, healing, sound advice and a path forward.

::wistful – I get so antsy every September, wishing that summer would fade just a bit more quickly.  Usually by the end of August I am DONE with summer, exhausted from the brutal heat and ready to move on.  My northern heart-sisters are all talking about cooler temps and I’d like to have some of that, thank you very much!

::tasty

  • Steaks, Cheese Potatoes and a Salad
  • BBQ Chicken, Pasta Salad and Cucumber and Tomato Salad.  Yes, I know that’s two salads for one meal.
  • Tacos and Black Beans
  • Chicken Stir Fry
  • Lemony Lentil Soup and Cheese Biscuits
  • Grilled Shrimp with Cheese Grits, Green Beans
  • Tilapia, Saffron Rice and Peas

::procrastinatey – The Wedding is in six weeks.  I really, really must find a new dress to wear.  And get one from Mom P., too!

Don’t Put Things Off!  Keep the Faith

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Friday's Letters Friday’s Letters – August 26, 2016
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Friday’s Letters – August 26, 2016

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Friday's Letters

Dear Water Heater in the Garage – Thank you for your many years of service. Thank you, too, for exploding the moment we all left the house in the morning, and spending all day pouring a hundred million gallons of water all over the floor and flooding the garage.  You gave me a perfect opportunity to heartlessly toss dozens of boxes of ‘stuff’ and a pile of wood scraps my Darling Pack Rat Mr. Pea was keeping for SomeDay – without a single peep, comment or raised eyebrow from him!!  Oh Frabjous Day! I can walk straight to the cabinet and open BOTH doors all the way!  I can walk all the way around each of the cars AND get to the freezer without navigating an obstacle course!

Don’t Store Stuff in Cardboard Boxes on the Floor.

Keep the Faith.

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Minutes – August 22, 2016

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::grateful – for continuing mild weather.  It’s been delightfully cool and the rain continues.  We may have half a chance at a fall tomatoes in the garden this year!

I’m grateful that The Architect and his friends found a place to rent for the coming year; thank you to the landlord willing to give a chance to a group of responsible college students.

I’m extra-grateful for Cherry Ames!  Tomorrow she will be 25 years old. Twenty Five!!  That’s a quarter of a century.  Have I told everyone that she’s getting married?  Two Months from Today!  I seriously need to start looking for a dress for the wedding…

Cherry Ames is Getting Married!
image courtesy J.Lynne Photography Co.

::prayerful – Praying for Nancy and her family, as they recover from the flooding that inundated their hometown.

::delicious

  • Pepper Steak, Roasted Potatoes, Garlic Green Beans
  • Turkey Paninis, Kale Slaw
  • Chicken Empanadas, Black Beans
  • Pasta with Vegetables, Salad
  • Leftovers!
  • Grilled Sausages, Corn and Tomatoes
  • Citrus Pork Chops, Grilled Peaches and Zucchini

::creative – I was in Central Market and saw a pile of rhubarb, which stirred up a flood of happy childhood memories. I grabbed a bunch of that tart goodness, came home, and put up several pints of strawberry rhubarb jam!   It tastes like summertime!

Summertime in a Jar!Capture Summer.  Keep the Faith.

angela pea