too busy to eat

Well, you know that being too busy to eat hardly ever happens to me.  But today it did.  I had a partial bag of Clancy (from Aldi's) Kettle Corn which is identical to me (except price) to that Indiana business that is $3.28 at Wally World.  That was all I had till I got home about 7:30 and had two bratwurst.  Later, another bratwurst and a piece of sweet potato pie.

I'm too busy to eat these days.  I'll tell you a bad habit I slipped back into that month when I hardly blogged.  I started playing bookworm again.  Online.  A word game, like boggle for one person.  I am like a dopehead loser on that thing, except that I am a winner on that thing.  It takes me forever to lose and go to bed.  Nine times out of ten, I end up clicking out of it because my hand is cramping on the house and/or I fear I will wake up with keys imprinted on my forehead where I fell asleep at the desk.

There is something so wonderful to me about connecting letters into words.  I love that.  A puzzle that never ends.  I think language is the coolest gift Jehovah gave us most days.  Today I even think it's better than food.  Maybe I am getting old and stuff doesn't taste as good to me.  I am just so distracted I don't even think about food and I can't tell you the last thing I cooked unless it was thrown into a microwave or a crock pot.

And I'm fine with that and do not want a husband for that reason.  I'm fine with not cooking.

When we went to Bethel, the brother who planned the trip said he had a surprise lunch for us on Monday between Walkill and Paterson.  Our Bethel guide blew it when she told us as we toured the dining hall and saw the signs saying guest table that we'd be seated at one of those.

We had pork loin, mashed potatoes, roasted cauliflower, bread (homemade, not no funky Wonder Bread) and this salad to die for.  I could have eaten a bushel of it with that fresh dressing.  If it was a bottle of dressing I'd be in Giant Eagle buying it, but it was made from scratch, with garlic, vinegar and oil, I don't know what all, but Jean Kammerer took a drink of it on her spoon it was good enough to have straight.  And for dessert, a Kentucky butter cake that was just the right sweetness and lightness.

There was nothing fast food about it - the dishes all reminded me of my grandmother's kitchen, especially the aluminum pitchers for the ice water.  We passed bowls around.  Platters.  We had heavy silverware.  It was just the most awesome thing to be in a dining room with that many witnesses and not a drop of bickering or anything but love.  So different from going to a restaurant with non-believers all around.  Our guide said they don't do any laundry or clean their own rooms or anything but work and service.  I mean, the people who work in the kitchen cook and the ones in the laundry do that full-time, but that's it.  I missed my calling.  I'm a Bethelite, and yes I really had to fight the urge to ask to be shown the writing room and talk to the people in charge of that.  The translation areas were very awesome though.

Our guide said they only get pecan pie once or twice a year when someone from down south donates enough pecans.  Made me want to own a pecan orchard in Georgia just so I could send them some nuts.  And I thought well, I'd be a lot better off if I didn't get junk food all the time.  Or today, no food.

The main thing that was so impressive was how immaculate everything was.  I have never been anywhere so clean.  I tell you, it was my idea of heaven.  I seriously want to be a Bethelite if the girls ever fly out of my nest and they need an old fat woman who can give up pecan pie.  I would do anything from clean bathrooms to wash that heavy silverware.

I mean to get healthy, or healthier.  I don't know when that is supposed to happen.  I have not had a day off since we left NY and I don't anticipate having one again till Thanksgiving break, when I also have to read my textbooks for spring and steam clean the carpets again because, you know, I like immaculate.  I cannot achieve it with two dogs and two daughters, but it is something I aspire to achieve.

I guess getting enough sleep would be a good place to start.  The trouble with bookworm is you can make all the Bible names you want but they are proper nouns so the game doesn't take them so you really don't think about anything spiritual.  So I am going to get myself healthy spiritually at least, or better than I was, by keeping my focus here.  It was helping, and then I got sidetracked.  That old Devil! 

Now though, I need that sleep.  Good night.