My sister-in-law, Kim, once told us about a phrase to use when making an excuse. Just say, "I am making soup." After all, one excuse is as good as another. Since that day, and I don't even remember when that was or if I was present or if it was a joke or if one of my sisters passed it on to me, that phrase comes up occasionally in a conversation with the understanding that it's being used in place of an excuse.
"Why didn't you come over yesterday when everyone was at Sally's?"
"I was making soup."
"Oh."
It's a very good phrase in many ways. It stops a person in the tracks of a winding conversation going nowhere and moves everyone forward on the present train of thought without causing pain, boredom, or rancor. Rancor, I just never get to use that word, and it seems to fit. It sounds harsh, doesn't it? Well, I'm leaving it. I may never get to use it again. Although, I am running for school board, and that word may come in handy in my future, but I'm hoping not.
I just pulled everything together for my tax visit in the morning, and I cleaned the house, mowed the grass, edged the yard, and folded the last load of clothes for the weekend. I should probably let myself slow down a bit now. It is a "day of rest." However, I've done everything but the rest part. I think that's why I sat down at the computer and opened up "Dear Friends." It slows me down a bit and opens up a world of possibilities that spill out onto the paper and end up as what is commonly called a "blog."
So let me wander a bit. It has been a very busy January, and February is already upon us. Today the groundhog saw his shadow, and the good people of "P-town" (no way will I attempt to spell that word) are cringing at the thought of six more weeks of winter as we languish in beautiful 80 degree temperatures. Some things in life are just not fair, but I am so thankful to live in Florida today, and I am thankful for this computer, and I am thankful for my family, friends, business, and the mini donuts on the kitchen counter. Life is good, and I am not going to do one more lick of work on anything today. I couldn't possibly anyway. I'm busy. What am I doing, you ask? I'm making soup.
"Why didn't you come over yesterday when everyone was at Sally's?"
"I was making soup."
"Oh."
It's a very good phrase in many ways. It stops a person in the tracks of a winding conversation going nowhere and moves everyone forward on the present train of thought without causing pain, boredom, or rancor. Rancor, I just never get to use that word, and it seems to fit. It sounds harsh, doesn't it? Well, I'm leaving it. I may never get to use it again. Although, I am running for school board, and that word may come in handy in my future, but I'm hoping not.
I just pulled everything together for my tax visit in the morning, and I cleaned the house, mowed the grass, edged the yard, and folded the last load of clothes for the weekend. I should probably let myself slow down a bit now. It is a "day of rest." However, I've done everything but the rest part. I think that's why I sat down at the computer and opened up "Dear Friends." It slows me down a bit and opens up a world of possibilities that spill out onto the paper and end up as what is commonly called a "blog."
So let me wander a bit. It has been a very busy January, and February is already upon us. Today the groundhog saw his shadow, and the good people of "P-town" (no way will I attempt to spell that word) are cringing at the thought of six more weeks of winter as we languish in beautiful 80 degree temperatures. Some things in life are just not fair, but I am so thankful to live in Florida today, and I am thankful for this computer, and I am thankful for my family, friends, business, and the mini donuts on the kitchen counter. Life is good, and I am not going to do one more lick of work on anything today. I couldn't possibly anyway. I'm busy. What am I doing, you ask? I'm making soup.
Hey, I smell soup. Do you smell soup?
Peace. Love, Linda
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