Yesterday I failed to
tell you of the day’s thrilling discovery. Over the Christmas holidays, I found
myself faced with a vexing mystery. For weeks, I had been buying large
quantities of German goodies at Aldi, so as to have plenty to share with my
family during the time when most of them were here. Some of my offspring
particularly look forward to the tiny cinnamon stars that are a traditional
treat in Germany, so I made sure to buy some.
However, when the time
came for me to triumphantly produce my cinnamon star stash, it was nowhere to
be found. I scoured all my food storage locations, to no avail. I began to
think that I was going mad. Had I just dreamed buying all those things?
It’s not like we were in
any danger of running out of German goodies. We still had marzipan and stöllen and
pfefferneuse and lebkuchen. But the absence of the stars really rankled,
because I was so sure I had bought some.
Yesterday, I was busy
making a cake for Spencer’s girlfriend Jade, whose birthday is today. He was planning
a trip to Waco to see her, and since her own mother is disabled, I wanted to
make sure she had a cake. I finished the cake, and then needed to find a
container for Spencer to transport it in, because it was in a foil pan that
didn’t have a lid.
Every container I tried
was too small in at least one direction. After trying several options, my eye
fell on a picnic basket that I keep in a cupboard in the “schoolroom.” It
looked like it might be the right size, so I pulled it out and opened the lid.
It was filled to the brim with German Christmas goodies, and the packages of
long-lost cinnamon stars were right on top! And just when my family thought
they had more or less demolished all the German goodness . . .
Nobody knows how all that
stuff ended up in the picnic basket. Nobody has any recollection of putting it
there. Certainly not me.
I ended up having to go
out and buy a container to transport the cake in. It arrived safely.
Today has been an ongoing
attempt to catch up on so many things, with varying success. I worked on some
music this morning. I am in panic mode as I finally have an autoharp lesson
next week and I planned to have a playlist ready for my teacher to critique. I
finally have all the chords for it and played through it this morning. To my
relief it takes about half an hour to play, which is what I hoped for.
Then Lina and I made an
excursion to the yarn store for the final time before the sale ends. I didn’t
buy any yarn, because I’ve got a pretty good stash, but I found some
accessories and a pattern book that I really like.
And speaking of the
pattern book, I had a bit of a moment there. Traditionally, I haven’t paid much
attention to knitting pattern books, because most of them do not include
extended sizes in their patterns. The only patterns available to me were those
specifically for “plus size” ladies. Today, as I started idly flipping through
this book of patterns, I realized that I could pick any I wanted. They all come in my new, smaller size. Huh.
Still getting used to that.
We also stopped at a
health food store so I could pick up a few items, and then returned home. Most
of the rest of the day has been spent reading for school, doing class
preparation, doing laundry, and cooking. I made a nice dinner because my poor
husband spent all day working on a vehicle and it was very frustrating and
Tomorrow is shaping up to
be very busy and stressful and I hope I manage to do everything that I need to