Thursday, January 24, 2013

Job? Who needs it!

I have to confess over the last few months I have this nagging sensation in the back of my mind that I'm a loser. Why? Because I don't have a job. That's right, I am unemployed at the moment. The problem with my mind is it loves contradiction and while 'loser' is a very strong word, while feeling this way I've also been having an enormously great time.

There.  It's out.  If I could afford, financially, not to work a day job (you know, 9-5 office type job) I would do it in a heartbeat.

Case in point.

Guess which batch is mine; yup, the tidy straight lines is all me.
My husband and I have been sick over the last few days and finally, today, after knitting to my hearts content, reading the Murray family's saga over and over (A Wrinkle In Time et al), and getting on the computer to hunt down killer free crochet patterns; I started to get a little bored.

Gasp! This NEVER happens!

When I get bored I get fidgety. I can't seem to sit still and I wander aimlessly around the house, oblivious to the simpler things (like cleaning) that could cure my boredom or the obvious things (like working on that task list) no, no....I'm looking for something like:

Making pasta.


And I am IN luck because my husband is 100% grandparents-came-over-on-the-boat-and-parents-were-from-the-same-village-in-Italy-Italian.  So!  I spent the afternoon with my husband and his pasta maker, creating something called orecchiette (orra-key-yettay), literally "little ears".


Aren't they cute? See how they get their name? We each pinched them in to shape and would show each other the ones that looked most like an ear: "Wow that's a good one!" The orecchiette isn't the only cuteness going on in this scene.

See my terribly cute Italian themed apron?









I think I'm going to enjoy this life just fine.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Farmgirl Life

Life is good if you are on a farm.

IF, however, you just moved in with your husband and you are a farmgirl in the burbs where everyone has a cellphone, an agenda and would give Speedracer a run for their money......

It's still good, just an adjustment, if I might call it that.

Living with my husband after four years apart is at once wonderful and frustrating, joyful and aggravating, loving and I want to pound a roll of insulation with a big stick.....whoa, whoa, sorry folks.

I think we tend to look for a shining bullet to make us happy. What I'm learning is that I am happy if I want to be. I definitely have more cause to be since I'm living with my husband and when we laugh together and are able to diffuse a tense situation because of laughter, I am happier than I've ever been.



I may be in the all-pervasive burbs now, but I'm still able to bake English muffins from scratch, don my apron and feel connected to the pure Italian heritage I've inherited by marriage, see doing dishes as an act of love, take care of all that falls under my apron skirt and be glad.

But that old life sometimes creeps up and whispers in my ear "you are meant for grander things!", "you shouldn't be the ONLY one doing the dishes!".

Yet the grandness of every day depends on what we believe to be grand doesn't it? If I think it is grand to wake up, make the coffee, breakfast and clean up the dishes; then it is. And why wouldn't I want to be a part of such grandness?

To love is to take care of;
To take care of is to clean;
To clean is to be satisfied;
To be satisfied is to be joyful;
To be joyful is to love.........

THAT is pure farmgirl and that is pure me.