It’s 3:30 on Sunday, Labor Day weekend.
Time to make pesto.
Walnuts roast in a 350 degree oven until they smell warm and toasty.
Fresh pungent green basil lies newly picked on the counter ready for drenching in olive oil. Where’s the garlic? Where’s the salt? Where’s the food processor?
Why in the world have I paused to write a blog post in the midst of making pesto?
Actually, this isn’t a pesto blog at all.
It’s a salsa blog. Cha-Cha-Cha.
Yesterday, Barry and I canned six more pints of salsa. We harvested deep red garden tomatoes and chopped our tiny garden onions and added chunks of green pepper. Barry threw in at least eight jalapenos, rings as thick as the quarter in your purse, but much more spicy.
The salsa simmered and stewed and whispered Latino secrets to us northerners in our Little House in the Big Woods.
While the salsa bubbled merrily in the dutch oven on the stove I read your blogs. And yours, and yours, and yours.
In the past two days I’ve read at least fifty bloggers. So many of my friends and commenters. Since it’s been at least, um, at least three weeks since reading your blogs, it was good to catch up. (Even though I could only read one blog post from most of you.)
Yep, I got a little teary eyed during this reading session. Realized how precious so many of you are to me. How hard it would be to quit blogging, to turn off the Internet Forever, to say fare-thee-well.
I am such a divided person. One part always wants to quit blogging. The other part wants to continue until death-do-us-part.
LouAnn, over at On the Homefront and Beyond, wrote today about this conundrum. She claims she’s of two minds about many things. She says being able to see both sides of an issue makes decision-making difficult.
Yep, LouAnn, I so get you. I sometimes feel like I have twenty different opinions about every single issue, except the ones that I don’t. (Get that? See how that very sentence describes the whole challenge?)
Every single sentence I type is only half-believed. It’s only half-true. How can you write out the entire array of the Universe in one sentence? I certainly can’t. Not even in the space of an immense paragraph. It’s enough to make you want to quit writing.
Some people make FUN and hurl insults at political leaders who don’t make up their minds quickly. I want to thank those thoughtful leaders immensely.
Please, dear leaders, do not make decisions hastily. Think about sixteen different sides of this issue. See everything from as many viewpoints as you can. When you make your decision, and yes, you’ll have to make one, at least you’ll be able to say that your heart quivered at sixteen different junctures. But at least you hesitated. At least you weren’t Sure.
For those of you who have asked: Yes, I had a wonderful trip downstate with my parents and brothers and families. Yes, we laughed and visited and ate grilled chicken at Tim’s house. Yes, we emptied 25 boxes out of my parent’s basement. Yes, Dad did get rid of his 1989 magazines. (Are you reading this, Dad? Wasn’t it fun?) Yes, Mom did get rid of eight garbage bags of clothes. (Way to go, Mom! I love that we could go through all these clothes and give them to the re-sale shop where others will enjoy them.)
Dad and I drove up to McDonald’s almost every single morning before our basement-cleaning binge and drank lattes. We sipped and looked around for people we knew. We saw Carl, who cleans septic tanks, and graduated with me from high school. We saw Dewey whom I really didn’t know but he offered me a compliment, of which I won’t repeat. Maybe I should delete that last sentence. No, I won’t. Yes, I will. No, let’s continue on.
I met up with my oldest (not in age) friend, Carol, and we reconnected like we were twelve years old. We walked around and around and around the high school track talking non-stop. We discovered an amazing spiritual connection! And she shared how she found my blog last summer and read this tribute to her and Neil Armstrong.
After returning home, I’ve worked diligently at the school preparing for the first day of classes. (That sentence is so not true. I did not prepare much for the first day of classes. That’s what the teachers do. I prepared reports, gathered records for the auditor, made lunch charts. You know, the kind of thing business folks do.)
And then we’ve gardened, picked veggies, canned and froze. You know, all the stuff one must do to avoid wasting the fruit of one’s garden labor. Not that our garden has been much to write about. Not many of us in the Northwoods have stellar gardens this year, oh no, we don’t.
OK, so that’s the report from the shores of Lake Superior where school is about to start, gardens are thriving (or not) and people hopefully keep widening their perspectives before making decisions.
Cha-cha-cha salsa with a little bit of cumin to make your life interesting…
And now it’s Time for Pesto! Where’s that garlic…?
Post Pesto: What about YOU? Are you often divided? Can you feel both sides of an issue? How do you decide?