What happens when you cook long grain brown rice with short grain? Well, since you are gasping out the desire to know, I'll tell you. You get a mixture of rice sizes with no taste difference. This was a huge dilemma last night. We had half cup of long left in the cupboard, and a big bag of the puny pieced ones. I had to take the risk--I was craving rice!!! In my effort to keep you away from this stressful situation in the future, thought I should let you know the results. Feel better now? Stress free? Good, my work here is done.
Another stressful situation to save you from: Ever bought a Greeting Card that was just so splendiferous that you had to buy it--even though there was no one to give it to at the time? Happened to me last week. Well, after deliberating for close to forty-one minutes on whether or not to buy the one dollar card, I decided to throw my buck away at the checkout counter and take that card home. Next morning, amongst anguish and hair pulling, searching and despairing, I realized there was no one I really wanted to send it to. Solution? In a moment of complete GREED, I grasped at the situation and kept the card for myself.
Yes, just like that. Poof! That card is now mine. Bet you had no idea how ruthless and ego driven I can be.
Presently, I am eking out the rough draft of my seventh Scout and Ellie book. It has thus far been sluggish, grueling, and exhausting keeping up with my rule of a chapter a day. I am forced to admit that yesterday, I was horribly bad in only writing one-half of my goal.
But here's the thing, see. Those greedy characters have not been divulging what comes next. They are cruelly, utterly taunting me. While I have the basic premise of what is going on overall, they are withholding the details. What did I do to those kids and elephant? Where did I go wrong? Did I commit a social faux pas that only elephants are aware of? They can be so much more aware of proper etiquette and kind treatment to others than I can ever hope to achieve.
I'll try again tonight. Perhaps if I am very quiet, a spider waiting on a web for plot, then I can listen in on what they are up to with out their knowledge. Takes planning, patience and camouflage on my end, but I have gained success with this tactic before.
BUT PLEASE! Don't warn the elephant of my spying ways. You know Ellie's temper. It will not be a pretty pumpkin night if I am caught.
And anyway, you owe me. I did give you two solutions to stressful situations. Two common situations.
Well, I must be running off. It's time for the nightly stress called: Whats-For-Dinner-Mother?
You'd think after nineteen years of kids in the house, I would have calmed down from this nightly anxiety. But then, it is a big hurdle to stride over.
Solution Giving, Spying Writer