On the news a week or so ago they showed photos of an accident involving a Coca Cola which had crashed into a into a fish market. The market, a lovely old brick establishment, was damaged to the point of having to be demolished. After the dust settled it was determined the truck driver lost control of his truck due to a wasp flying about the cab. I feel his pain. Truly I do. So many times I’ve written about my irrational fear of the little buggers thus not to make light of a serious situation, I can totally understand the mans anguish.
Looking back I’ve had many bad experiences when an insect flew in the car. In West Virginia my ex-husband and I were traveling down the freeway towards Charleston on a lovely spring day. Weather being glorious we had the windows down allowing the lovely spring air to circulate through the car. A bee the size of a small rodent flew in the passenger side window and buzzed around my head. Never before nor since have I see a honey bee the size of that one. Perhaps it had morphed due to all the chemicals emanating from the plants puffing away along the Kanawha River but whatever the reason it was flying about my face and didn’t appear to be in an amicable mood. My bee-fear kicked in full force and before I realized it more of my body was outside of the window than remained inside the car. At that point my husband began yelling for me to get in but I had totally lost it so was reduced to pointing and repeating “GET IT” at ever accelerating decibels. At that point it moved to my husband’s face and for the first time since I’d known him I saw him react to an insect. Swatting it about, the car began to weave slightly. People had begun to notice and traffic around us granted us a wide berth. Finally, he picked up a road map and the bee was to bee no more.
Last night as if prophetically predicted by the earlier writing of the first paragraph of this blog, I had a visitor. My other half was off having his sleep apnea observed at a local sleep center so the cat and I were reading in the bedroom. Actually I was reading, she was only turning the pages. Suddenly she sat up and began looking at the ceiling. Being human, after observing this behavior for a few minutes I too had to look up. Should have kept my nose in my book. Above my head as still as a southern morning hung a large brown spider. Sigh. With no knight to rely on paper cup and newspaper in hand I had only the cat, who avoided my eyes when asking for volunteers. Now there were two plans of action as I saw it. Either I ignore the beast in the hope it would slink away during the night or simply remain in place, or I could get up and do something about it. Tired from my day, I decided to take my chances and go with Plan A. Eying the bug from below I had the distinct feeling the arachnid was keeping his sights on us as well and deciding his plan of action. “Should I sneak down, climb under the covers and crawl along her goose bumps, or simply land on the human’s face and ensure an immediate stroke?”
Looking back on the day, it hadn’t begun on good footing. Getting an early start I hit two grocery stores and the pharmacy before the little hand was on ten. Rushing around the house I quickly stored the food in the cupboards and the fridge and headed downstairs to grab a shower and wash my hair. At 12:00 I was due at the fitness center for an orientation on the dreaded exercise machines. This was the second time I’d made arrangements so I wanted to get there on time so as not to appear a total flake. Brand clean I checked my appointment schedule to see if it was 12:00 or 12:15 I was due to arrive. Opening to the page it read “Fitness Center – 10:00 – Tammy”. Damn. Guess the ship had already sailed on the flake issue before I even opened the book. Dialing the number I’d noted I explained to Tammy, undoubtedly perfectly toned and lithe, that I had thought the appointment later than it was and needed to reschedule. In her book it probably read “Tues. – 11:00 – Susie N. – flake”.
It’s funny if you’ve got problems chewing on your mind, they seem to present themselves after the sun has set. Several of our offspring are going through some personal issues. No matter how old your children get their problems continue to fall under your umbrella and it is difficult to see them struggle even if they’ve long claimed themselves as adults on their tax returns. Sooooo, the spider, the cat, and I lay awake long into the night sharing space but not bothering one another. It is strange how the company of something living can make the house seem less empty. My mind busily sorted through this scenario and then that one, processing and troubleshooting. At one point I asked my busy brain if it might not be time for sleep, but apparently taking the phrase “having a mind of my own” literally, it went on tossing and turning until finally my eyelids, too tired to remain open, shut and sleep came.
I cannot say I’m refreshed, but the kitties were glad to see me at the shelter this morning and I didn’t fall asleep on the job. It’s a gorgeous day more worthy of early fall or spring than mid-summer and I’m enjoying it. The spicy aromas of chili cooking in the crockpot are floating in the air and all in all it’s a good day to be alive!
Question for those of you WordPress bloggers reading this. I lost the toggle bar on the inside of my post. Now I seem to be getting a different look while editing. Anybody know what I pushed that I shouldn’t have??
Slow Cooked Chili Beans and Rice with Sausage
1 lb. lean ground beef
1 onion, chopped
1 green pepper, diced
1/2 yellow bell pepper diced
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 15 1/2 oz. can stewed tomatoes
1 15 oz. can chili beans, with sauce
2 15 oz. cans red kidney beans, drained and rinsed
1/2 – 1 can Ro-Tel tomatoes (heat factor)
2 cups water
2 6 oz. cans tomato sauce
1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
3 Tbsp. chili powder
1 tsp. ground cumin
1 tsp. dried basil
1/2 tsp. smoked paprika
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. black pepper
1 Polska kielbasa, sliced in 1″ slices
2 cups cooked rice
Chopped red onion
Brown ground beef, onion, and peppers over med-high heat until meat is cooked. Add garlic and cook an additional 2 mins. Drain meat mixture on paper towels.
Spray 6 quart slow cooker. Add meat to bottom of cooker. Add all remaining ingredients up to Polska kielbasa. Mix well. Cook on low for 8 hours. Add Polska kielbasa to pan and cook an additional hour.
Cook rice according to package directions.
Place a dollop of rice in bottom of serving bowl. Top with chili and garnish as desired.