MARCH 4, 2009

This weekend I had an idea – a brilliant idea. I worked on my idea all week – gathering supplies, scouring the internet for instructions and techniques, sawing wood, jumping every time I used the nail gun and today was the day it was all suppose to come together.  And it didn’t.  Something went wrong, I think I know what happened, but still…ugh.  I’m not giving up, but for today I’m going to join Gracie on the couch for the rest of the afternoon and finish writing my business plan, maybe with a little knitting on the side.  I’ll have to go out tomorrow gather more supplies, possible cut a little more wood and try again.  This is what I signed up for being crafty and all, right? So I’m going to call this a process, trial and error if you will.  

Since I’ve been a little sidetracked with my idea the past few days, I realized it’s almost been a week since I’ve made dinner. I have this love/hate relationship with cooking. When I’m in the groove of cooking, planning out meals, making grocery list, allocating time in my day –  I’m fine and I really enjoy.  I enjoy to the point of being a little ambitious at times, I’ve thought about making my own tortillas.  But I’m out of the groove and now it just seems like work. Why can’t cereal or toast or yogurt be a substitute for meat? I have a couple peppers that are nearing their end, so I’m going to put on my apron (always makes me feel a little better) and make this tonight.