Recently, Steve and Nathan joined forces to fix the brakes on Nathan’s minivan. I love seeing them have father-son time.
Unfortunately, in the process of fixing the brakes, Steve’s finger became infected, which required a doctor’s visit, a tetanus shot, and an antibiotic injection. Thankfully, he was still able to play bass for church. Few things can stop him from doing that.
Which reminds me of this post where he injured himself even worse and still managed to play the bass, even with this bandage.
I mentioned in last week’s post that our friend Greta spent the night with us on Friday. Since I had to work, Steve straightened the house and picked up groceries. He told me I didn’t need to worry about dinner at all; he would take care of it all. We had discussed the menu ahead of time, so everything was good to go.
Speaking of menus, Steve and I both have an app on our phones called AnyList, where we keep lists and collect recipes. Steve has his own folder with all the recipes he knows how to make, and he had the evening’s recipe saved to that folder.
When I got home from work, Steve was down the hall vacuuming. Usually, that would warm my heart, but my heart was actually unwarmed because our guest was due and dinner was supposed to be ready at 6:30 p.m.
I decided that I should appoint myself as sous chef, so I opened the app and started reading through the ingredients. Looking a little further, I saw that it said the dish had to bake for about 20 minutes. It was 6 pm, and Steve hadn’t even started prep yet!
Cue the Wife Emergency Panic Code Red Button.
I whipped out ingredients and started chopping, dicing, slicing, and doing as much as I could to speed up the prep for The Chef’s arrival. When Steve eventually made his way back to the kitchen, I said in the most non-frantic voice I could manage, “Steve, this has to bake for 20 minutes!”
He said, “No, it doesn’t.” I said, “Yes, it does.” “He said, “No, it doesn’t.” I said, “Yes, it does.” We sounded like a couple of third graders on the playground.
Finally, we both pulled up the app on our phones so we could access the recipe and defend our position. And that was when we discovered that I had been looking at the wrong recipe, which means I had been prepping the wrong ingredients. Sure enough, it only had to broil for three minutes after a few minutes in the skillet. He was right. I was wrong. (Even though he was, in my humble opinion, still running a bit behind.) Isn’t it lovely, living in marital bliss around the clock?
He told me later that he jokingly came thisclose to saying “Woman! Get out of my kitchen!” But he didn’t. Wise man.
We got the dinner on the table a few minutes after 6:30, and all was well. (Plus, Greta–who arrived about 6:15– was hugely entertained by the dinner prep story.)
Whenever anyone is in the kitchen, the dogs are always supremely helpful.
Steve sent me this meme a few days ago. Definitely made me smile since that is actually my getting-up time.
I was cleaning out some drawers and ran across this picture of Sarah with Richard Petty and some of his family. Such a wonderful and generous family. The Pettys built Victory Junction Game Camp in memory of Richard’s grandson, Kyle, who was killed in a race. Sarah attended at least three times and loved every moment of it.
And now that little girl is all grown up and helping run media at her church. She sent me this photo yesterday morning of her work station in the media booth.
You may remember a few weeks ago that I wrote a post about being glad that my painful/swollen ankle had been diagnosed as gout. Even though gout is not fun, at least it is treatable. Well, it turns out, the medication I was given didn’t really help, so my doctor sent me to a sports medicine physician who is more familiar with bones, muscles, tendons, etc. He looked at the X-ray and said it was not gout; instead, two bones have more space between them than they should, and they are not in alignment up and down or side to side. (Arthritic changes.) It seems fluid is leaking out from that area and causing the swelling.
He said my options were to have ultrasound-guided injections done every few months or to have an MRI and then see a foot surgeon for his/her opinion on whether surgery would be helpful.
The doctor told me injections were not a permanent fix; the relief would only last 3 or 4 months. Also steroid injections can eventually start to degrade cartilage, tendons, and surrounding soft tissue. So not an ideal solution.
My third option? Just live with it. Not my favorite option either. We shall see!
I saw these t-shirts on Facebook and fell in love with the sayings, especially, “I shennaned once and I’ll shenangian.” That is my kind of pun! I also loved “Off to cause a kerfuffle.” Isn’t language so much fun?
Last Monday (April 27), I celebrated my third anniversary at my current job. My boss gave me these flowers to commemorate the occasion, and she and the other woman on our team had a meal together. I have really fabulous work colleagues.
Except for the long hours, I love my job and feel blessed to have it. And after a long day, it’s always lovely to be able to pull into this driveway, exchanging the freeway for peace.
What about you?
Do you do the cooking in the family or does someone else?
Do you use a recipe/grocery list app? Which one and why?
If you are employed outside the home, how long have you been at your current job? What do you do?
What’s one thing that made you smile this past week?
