Why is it raining so?
Where is the love I used to know?
Where did the good times go? (I believe the word is "where did the sunshine go?)"
And Mom just thought of another OLD song.
My thoughts were running around Grocery shopping. I have to shop or at the very least make a list.
When I was a kid, my Mom made a list. I, or someone went to Duffie Jackson's corner store and put it on her bill. When Mama's Social Security came in she paid the bill. Always Monthly.
There is no way you can do that now. All the stores are Chain and Credit, unless you put it on a card, credit is out of the question.
Not that I would want that but with that kind of shopping came real help, even to taking your list and picking it out for you.
I vividly recall being sent for groceries, I was maybe 15 or less. Hopefully less.
Mama had written her order, 2-2 pounds bags of Pinto beans. A head of Cabbage.
When I came home I had a bag full of beans, if I am not mistaken I was short a few pounds. Mama looked at my purchases, then began to laugh. I had tried to buy 22 pounds of beans. I told her he did not have that many on the shelf. I am not sure how many I came home with but it was a LOT.
Laughter began again. She said I wanted two, two pound packages. I was mortified.
With this order I was also to pick up a head of cabbage. (Heck I still have problems figuring that one out,) I brought home a head of lettuce.
Mama said, "I bet Duffie thinks we are the bean eating-est people he ever saw." For ages I got teased about that and Mama would laugh.
I wish I could have her laugh at me now. She would have a hay day at some of my mistakes.
"Blame it all on my roots,
I showed up in Boots, and ruined your black tie affair"
OK broke into another song, by Garth Brooks.
But I still blame it all on my roots, I began as a blond I am going to end as a blond. (maybe)
As you can see I am almost back to being me. Less a little energy and motivation.
I told David last night, "Honey tomorrow, leave early enough to go by Safeway and get some donuts and coffee, we are out of everything."
He smiled and said "OK" (that was right up his alley, a big danish and a half pint of heavy cream.)
Think I am kidding? No I am not, he loves that rich stuff. As rich as it can get. And his cholesterol levels are great as are his sugar levels. Me, I sit here with high sugar, and cholesterol enough to send me to the hospital for open heart surgery. AND I DON'T EAT LIKE THAT!!!
So today I am making a grocery order, so I will get all I am out of, (memory problem here) Maybe I will go. I told David it is according to how I feel, we may just have soup again.
So this is Monday, A day to renew this week to start fresh and enjoy the beauty that is fall.
The nights are cold, the days are around 70, and a chill is creeping in the air. My Flowering Pear trees (12, plus two that broke off in a storm) are beginning to show their beautiful colors. Here and there we see a red or gold leaf, tucked inside all the green. My big Maple tree turns a purple red and it is in the process of giving me a show, pretty soon. When it all is in full fall stage I will have photos to post.
The garden is gone, Gone, Gone, No more worrying about keeping it picked and watered. I see the rewards of my labor in my freezer and pantry.
Right now I want apples to put away for pies and maybe I can make a few fresh apple cakes ahead and freeze them. That could involve a trip to Round Mountain, They have apple trees and supposedly are known for them. In all my trips there I don't see it. But maybe I look in the wrong places.
This cake recipe I got the recipe from a Texas lady who right now would be over 90, but she is gone. However her recipe lives on in my recipe box and her memory in my heart.
I could post the recipe, OK I will in another post, If I do it now I have to get up and walk to the kitchen for my recipe. Believe me it is the most moist, cake you ever ate and it does not crumble.
You hungry for Apple Cake yet?
Will close this multi functional post now with lots of prayers for each of you, and enormous love in my heart.
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