This time of isolation has opened up my kitchen to all sorts of new things – like actual meals made from scratch.  I started posting these delicacies on Facebook and my sister tells me I should open a restaurant once this is over with.  Another person asked if I offered curbside service.  I found it interesting that the spaghetti and meatballs won first place in Likes.  That one was created by my husband.  He’s such a show off.

There is one problem with all this.  I’m certain to gain back all 23 pounds I lost at the end of last year.  It seems so long ago, doesn’t it?  I mean, we’re only in the beginning months of 2020 and it seems an eternity.  I consider myself a homebody, but this is getting ridiculous.  I can’t imagine what it will be like in a couple months.

I’m growing my own fingernails.  My hair is also growing.  The stuff on top of my head as well as my chin.


I have been staying up later at night watching old “Murder She Wrote,” episodes and sleeping longer in the morning.  I used to rise with the sun, but now the sun is rising much sooner.

I don’t have to really worry about getting dressed or putting on makeup.  I seem to have a weird looking stare upon my face these days.


This week I began teaching some drama classes online to K-5th graders.  For that I do need to put on a better face, but I still can wear sweat pants.  Don’t want to scare those little ones off.


Some of our meals turn out to be failures.


But the preparation is quite creative.

We try to eat healthy, but the way it looks, we could both have heart attacks before this is all over.

And so it’s back into the fray.  Today I’m going to tackle some deep cleaning.  It’s raining outside and the perfect excuse to get something productive done.  Nah!  Maybe tomorrow.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. Rebecca says:

    The meals look yummy! It isn’t easy coming up with 3 meals a day, 7 days a week. I’ve come to love leftovers. 🙂

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  2. oneta hayes says:

    We have a lunch meal delivered from the Senior Center. It is our social event of the day. Which of us gets to open the door! 😀

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  3. I think we call it fat and sassy — I’m growing into both—or more like a fat slug— I’ve not had a ball cap off my head in three weeks 😱
    Come cook here!!!

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  4. hatrack4 says:

    Your food prep reminded me of something a long time ago. And I am forced not to forget it.

    Being 11 years younger than my sister, my brother-in-law has carried the “blackmail” beyond my parents when he reminds me of when I fixed the salads, like you have in the photos above, and I was making each salad look like people’s faces and such, and getting a little too carried away, but what else does a 10-11 year old do, other than take a joke a bit too far…

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