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Here's something I know none of you have ever done before, because you are all much more organized than I am. You go to the grocery store and you are standing at the register congratulating yourself on how little you spent on food for the next x-number of days or weeks, and just as you slide your debit card through, you suddenly remember that there is no plan for supper that very night.
How could this happen? I wrote everything out! There must be something! What's in the freezer? Oh, right, nothing, that's why I'm here at the store. Okay, uh (visually scanning pantry shelves in your head) I could make-- No I can't that would use up the half the ingredients for Thursday's meal....How about- No, we already ate that....uh-oh.
You take the groceries out to the car and then run back inside the store for a chicken and side dish that will go with the already opened corn relish in the fridge, food you don't have to fuss over because when you get home, there are plants that have to go in the ground. Yes, your crisper is full of berry starters that you have been spraying with water to keep moist, and you need to get them out and into the garden so you can put food in your fridge and not plants. Mercifully, your husband comes home from his errand just as you start planting and he comes out to the patch to help. And then you serve supper, send him off to work, and congratulate yourself for getting those berries planted. But then you suddenly remember that there are early spring seeds that have to go in the ground too, so you are back out there trying to make a straight row for spinach and peas. When that's all done, you make a black walnut cake that sinks in the middle (wrong sized pan, too much flour, maybe both) but are relieved to discover that it is delicious anyway, and possibly worth all those hours of gathering, curing and cracking.
Finally, as you get ready for bed, you remember that in your travels, you forgot to spend another $15 on a mouth guard. The one that the dentist told you to get to protect your teeth from clenching and wearing down as you sleep. The one you had been using was devoured by the dog. It's your own fault for not putting it in the protective case. A wave of relief washed over you when he vomited it up at five in the morning. And this may be the only time you were glad to hear your dog vomit.
And then when you return to work, you find this in your in box:
"Do you think their should be higher standards of graduation for high schools to prevent the number of illiterates?" (e-mail message from a high school senior who is writing an article on the topic of adult literacy.)