Supper @ MindSay 
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My Mom doesn't really do soup from a can. We have canned soup. It's for scavengers that invade the house and don't know how to cook. Or, in the case of my sister, know perfectly well how to cook, and just don't want to. But when my Mom makes soup, this involves separating a chicken, and cutting up vegetables, and choosing spices, and simmering for a few hours.
So, she's upstairs practicing (her band has a gig coming up soon), and Dad and I are sitting at the table - I'm working, he's having his third bowl, we're lightly discussing news articles.
Dad commented, "Watch. I'm about to make history."
I raised an eyebrow, glancing up from my laptop, as he left the table and sought out the cupboards. "People have been doing this for years. You put croutons in your salad, crackers in your soup - just watch. I'm going to be a trendsetter."
Today, November 11th, 2009, I watched my Dad put cheerios in his soup.
"It's going to sweep the nation. Except for California - they'll hate it. Remember this day - you saw it here first."
I feel dubiously privileged.
We had an unexpected visitor recently. Most Sundays, when we are home, we have dinner with the family. Most of them still attend the same country church that they grew up in, which is very near our house. We like to have dinner ready and they stop by after church. We all have dinner and great Sunday afternoon conversations together. (By the way, here in the South, many of us call the noon meal "dinner" and the evening meal "supper".) Anyway, a couple of Sundays ago, after everyone had eaten and visited for a couple of hours, people began to leave, and soon only Tracy, her daughter Brittany, and myself were left sitting around with nothing to do. I said, "let's go out to the garage and clean and straighten it up". They agreed and I walked outside first. When I turned around to wait for them I saw this.
My first thought was, I wonder who stuck this rubber snake on the light switch as they were leaving. My second thought was, hey, I'll scare Tracy with this. So I yelled, "Honey, are you about ready to come out"? Well, just about the time she walked out of the door I realised, IT'S A REAL SNAKE! I grabbed her and pulled her away from the door. I know it's just a black snake but they can still bite. I took out my cell phone and snapped this picture. Our little visitor then crawled back down the wall using the edges, of the rocks as little ledges, and was soon back in the woods.
Two nights ago, right after school, the kids and I hit the fields to get their combine rides of the harvest season! And yes the kids are still in their school uniforms!
We hit the field with my Uncle and Cousin's and their hiredmen at about quarter till 4 pm and stayed out till about 8:30 pm. I grabbed what pictures I could but I even went on a ride or two! Felt like a kid again especially since I hadn't been in a combine since I was my kids' age and they weren't as fancy as what they use now!
1. This is Coltin coming down out of the combine because he heard over the radio before Nick (the guy driving the combine) stopped that it was Supper time!
2. The kids eating in the back of Great Auntie's work truck!
3. The men eating picnic style on the ground!
4. Short lil woman near the big guy in a green shirt is my Auntie and the guy in the green shirt is my Uncle. This picture is a nightly harvest ritual or it is just a nightly ritual for the hiredmen. It is a coin gamble game. I have no clue what the name is called but if your on site and you have a quarter your playing! This was Auntie giggling over all the men getting all excited.
5. This picture is midflip of one of the times they are gambling. Okay I had an altermotive of snagging a specific butt shot! And trust me it isn't the flat one! Heheheh who needs to buy a calandar of hot men when you can take unsuspecting pictures of men around you and make your own!
6. This grumpy looking man is my Uncle. My mom's second oldest brother. He and I were on the way over to the farm to unload that rig behind him into the bins when his wifey, my auntie, radioed out and said she was 2 miles from the field with Supper. So we stopped, got out and walked back over to where everyone else was at. I love his shirt! It is so my uncle!
7. This is a view of the combine heads getting the corn from within the combine
8. This is a combine view of the combine unloading the corn into the grain cart
9. This is a combine view of another combine harvesting. If you look closely at the top of the combine you can see the corn being pulled into the combine
10. The grain cart unloading into one of the rigs.
A note left on Harry's pillow this morning:
Do not wake up when you read this. Just roll over, start sleeping again. Don't worry, the kids won't be here, they'll be with me and Trinity at the park. We'll be having fun without you, but I want you to get rest. Sleep has not been with you lately, little miss. We won't be home until late, either. Take a long bath, start a new book. Kiss my signature. Take a day to yourself.
Your best mate to whom you owe your life,
Rev
I smiled, but couldn't go back to sleep. Instead, I went directly to the phone and tried to call Harry. But he didn't answer.
Without the kids in the house, without Rev to laugh with me and make fun of the children with me, without him to wink at me from across the room, I am sadly alone. I want to read; but I there are so many to choose from. Where does one start when they have a day to themselves?
As he's never led me to anything destructive, I'm not too concerned, but it's the principle of the thing, really. :P
Anyway, this is about as far as my thought process has gone. Yum, food (I haven't eaten for most of the day), and a possibility of Nutella. Mom comes in, strokes my hair, we exchange a few words about the day, I think she kissed my head, both of us happy, both of us munching (she has popcorn, too).
Just as she's leaving the dining room, she comments offhandedly, "You and Knuter should get married."
I nearly choked, though whether on food or laughter I'm not sure. "Well, I had other plans for this year..."
She's standing in the archway to the family room, and I'm leaning against the desk by the phone, each of us waiting for the other to comment. She finishes brightly, "You'd see more of each other!"
Really did laugh then. My mom is a long-time advocate of seeing more of the world and living on your own before you get married, and she knows I agree. But her goofy randomness makes the world awesome, as well as her awareness of what my life is like.
So, the consensus for this evening is that we should get married....because that way, we'd see more of each other.
I, am amused.
EDIT:
And, on a similar note, I just had this discussion with my sister:
Having forgone Nutella in favor of ice cream, I find myself at the kitchen door facing the youngest, both of us holding a bowl of ice cream with a half-laden spoon in hand. She looks at me, we both look at our spoons, and then serve each other. Laughingly, because she caught the tail-end of the last conversation, "Mom! 'riane and I just got married!"
"That's not allowed!"
"In Oklahoma it is!"
A: "You're allowed to marry your sister?"
"They don't have much down there."
"That's Wyoming. They don't have much in Wyoming."
"No, that's Montana."
I consider this. "They have skiing in Montana."
She stares at me. "Who skis? Nobody lives there!"
Steph, I hope you're amused.
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