Wednesday, May 23, 2012
I have a confession to make
I have felt guilty about this all week. I have been swamped with all the kidding, bogged down and drug around by my tiller, blistering my hands shoveling potato rows, and almost getting a hernia from lifting 125 pound bales of hay. And to top it all off I got a flat tire that I had to change myself. Well, I ------here goes-----I bought-----------paper plates. Not just the wrinkled edged white ones, but heavy duty ones with a cutesy design around the rim. It seemed that after dragging in long after dark I just didn't have the energy to wash dishes by hand. I am so ashamed. I have always used the finest un-matching china I could purchase from the thrift store. Beautiful rose patterns trimmed in gold, amber green glass goblets from the seventies and silver flatware left behind by a prior caretaker. A lace table cloth adorned the table and a meal fit for a king would be placed upon it. Now when I do stop long enough to eat I plop a scoop of yogurt on a paper plate, top it off with a handful of berries, grab an oatmeal raisin cookie (found the dough in the freezer that Jake must have made last summer) and away I go. Just had to get that off my conscience. Back to work.