Saturday, February 19, 2011

A Sense of Humour Will See You Through

There are some things at this stage of life that do not affect us at all, but are “challenges” I would love to be experiencing. For instance, we don’t have to deal with the more enjoyable homeowner quandaries such as worrying about wall art, unless you count the calenders we have hanging in every room on our unfinished walls. And that includes the poultry calender in the bathroom that The Mister picked up at a farm show, and it’s only there because my husband has some sort of innate drive to both pick up free calenders and hang them someplace, any place. It bothered me at first, but now it’s become amusing.

Another burden I cannot carry is the luxury of worrying what people think of my home at this stage. “Thank you Lord for relieving me of caring what other people think.” Now there is a motto you won’t see splashed across a wall in trendy vinyl letters any time soon, no matter how true it is. Another truth is that when you are confronted with a half-finished home with piles of construction materials in the driveway, and a dog standing on top of a mountain of stones that still wait to be spread out over the driveway, you really don’t notice the errant weeds, or smudged windows. It would be like realizing your shoelace is untied as a bomb is dropped overhead. How’s that for gratitude?

Please look at these bulbs sprouting, not the cement mixer. Thank you.

Finally, my unfinished home relieves me of long house-cleaning sessions and affords me the luxury of not being pestered by the occasional muddy shoe that finds its way inside, and saves me from expending a sigh if a little grape juice gets spilled on the floor. As my grandfather used to say, “A hundred years from now it won’t make a difference.” I think this was his spin on the familiar phrase Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last. Again, a lot of truth in that.
There are of course some serious aspects to living in a state of chaos (hospitality is at an all-time low, and you could dust hourly here if you had it in you) but pondering the minutiae over and over again will not see you through. Learning to laugh along the way and appreciating the things you don’t have will certainly help just as much as appreciating what you do.

Let me just say to the rest of you with fully finished homes that need tending, AND children who need mending, I don’t know how you do it! (But I’d like to try my hand at it someday, too.)

This is a delicious and EASY crustless quiche I made the last time we had breakfast for supper. I would usually serve this with pancakes or french toast. The Mister likes it with a little maple syrup. I call it “fast and fancy”.

3 cups chopped broccoli (boiled for one minute if using fresh-boil the head of broccoli whole, then chop)
6 eggs

½ cup milk
1 cup shredded cheddar
salt, pepper, nutmeg

optional: I had about a cup of fried crumbled sausage left over from pizza night which went into this also.
Other options might include chopped red pepper, fresh tomato, diced ham, or sliced mushrooms.
Butter a 9-inch pie plate. Preheat oven to 350. In a large bowl whisk together eggs, milk, ¼ teaspoon pepper, ⅛ teaspoon nutmeg, and ½ tsp. salt. Stir in broccoli and cheese, and pour into pie dish. Bake for 35 minutes, until edges are slightly brown.


  1. Your quiche looks delicious. I'm glad you have such a good sense of humor about your home. I'm sure it will be lovely when it's finished and it seems to me like you still accomplish an awful lot in spite of all the remodeling going on.

  2. Hee hee! I love the chicken calendar! I guess if you can't have your own hired-monkey, as least you can have a chicken calendar! I don't understand quite WHY The Mister feels the need for so many calendars, though, when this one clearly has no chores or tasks scribbled in. What is he trying to remember?

    I can't thank you enough for the beautiful sight of those bulbs popping through! I needed this today! (I also would have enjoyed a photo of the dog standing on top of the stone pile, but maybe next time, huh?)

    Your quiche looks delicious! I make stuff like that, too, but start scrambling it all stovetop in a nonstick pan, finish it up in the oven, and call it a frittata. Sometimes I throw in bite-sized pieces of precooked chicken breast or ham for a one-dish meal. Love it! I can think of a million ways to make frittatas. I've never tried it as a crustless quiche before, but next time I just might! Thanks for the idea!

  3. @Becka- Thank you for the encouragement!

    @BATMom- What isn't he trying to remember is the question?? He's missed his last two dentist appointments in a row. Now wouldn't you think a calender in every room would solve that?
    I love frittatas too, and make them sometimes...this was something quick and different to try but I do love a fritatta once in a while.

  4. Yep, that is hilarious!! I went in an Amish furniture showroom once and not only was it covered in calendars, almost like wallpaper, but also signs with funny sayings. I was camera-less if you can believe it on that trip so you'll have to trust me on that. It was very funny though. It must've been The Mister's mother ship. :) The recipe looks fab - and it's crustless so I like it already ~ thanks for sharing. ♥

  5. You know, I just like you. This post is so -I don't know, fresh.. realistic, yet hopeful. Thanks!

  6. What is the deal about calendars in the bathroom?! I've never quite figured that one out.

    About furniture showrooms, I love the sayings the one place put up. They were for sale, though. My favourite being "We don't skinny dip, we chunky dunk."

  7. Yum! Thanks.

    I agree with PeaceLady. I live in an old house that is constantly in a state of renovation for one thing or another and it gave me a chuckle. Merci :)

  8. I remember my house needing so many repairs ... I uesd to say: "If I didn't have a sense of humor, I wouldn't have any sense at all." Sometimes it took all the "sense" I had, too :-)

  9. I hear you, I hear you. Living in an old, unfinished, every-room-needs-remodeling farmhouse is a lesson in humility. I love your "noticing your shoelace is untied while a bomb is dropping" visual.

    It grivels me (there's a little P. Dutch for you) to no end and has, oddly enough, become just one piece of (30-grit) sandpaper the Lord has used on a few of my rough edges.

    Sighing. And smiling and waving,



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