A Frying Pan Full of Bacon Offers a Gift of Time

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Late summer is a busy time for me. The start of school looms closer for my daughter, and I am helping to cover for vacations at work. When I’ve had time to spare, I’ve preferred to devote it to conversations with my daughter or my husband. If they would prefer time alone (because the three of us are an alliance of natural loners), I’ve indulged in some TV or light reading. For once I’m reading Father Brown stories with both of my eyes open, instead of dozing off as Chesterton zooms in on the cleric and his frequent sidekick Flambeau as they witness and anatomize yet another variety of mayhem.

Right now I have bacon frying on my stove top. I used to regret that I take so long to cook bacon. Whenever I rush the process, flavorĀ is the sacrifice. I’ve grown to appreciate the time it affords me to slow down for a spell after work.

Cookies and Rain

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Monday is my whirlwind. This day is dense with tasks at work and at home. As I start my week, it’s inevitable that I’ll need to do something I set aside last week. No matter how much I try to stay ahead of the current, there is usually some basket of laundry or pile of papers that can wait no longer. I also do a retrospective in numbers of the past week at work. These reports have thousands of rows of figures. I wish all that is done outside work could be plugged into cells and sorted, too. The tide comes in Monday, for all that is counted or uncountable.

My daughter and I baked some chocolate chip cookies for my family’s little Fourth of July gathering tomorrow. We used a Ghirardelli mix for these batches.

The weather was heavy with heat and humidity today, and an early evening rain relieved some of the tension:

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