Not another Omelet Recipe

by Housewife4Palestine


You see the broken egg shell and I am sure you thinking oh no she are going to give us a recipe for an omelet or something along that line.

Well actually, these days I am suffering from a little writer’s block, along with a good dose of the stomach flu; which I assure you I am not the kind of person to wish to share such maladies.

One thing I have never understood is you usually see the very good or the very bad about a person when they are ill and it can recess to getting better or worse in personality as the illness peaks to start on the down hill side of getting better.

Myself, I tend to get overly kind with most illnessness and for me to go to bed I have to be very sick, where usually I get like a big baby who wants their Mommy; I am sorry to say.

Like most Mother’s I would think, mine had a way to make any illness seem better just by the way she took care of us. Even for a time when I was very ill as a child, I did not really know until years later I was actually that sick because my Mother made me feel that this couldn’t last. I do not know if it was just me or other children get like this, but I always felt regardless of the bug that made me sick; I knew I would always get better under my Mother’s care.

But then you grow up and in my case my mother has been dead over ten years now and I have to take care of myself or my husband does what he can and believe me he has my Mother’s temperament which makes me smile even now.

So these days I am having to take some medicine and try to be good until the illness passes. This for me is thinking about my family and since I write more these days, getting mad at myself every so often because my home needed that occasional vacuuming or the glass needs a little cleaning. I even found at a second hand store because this type of table cloth is hard to find new, one that was handmade that looks perfect on my dinning room table. Yes, after a good washing, a lot of starch and a hefty steam iron it finally made it to the table; where my husband when he came home from work was thrilled. This in turn made me feel very good.

I do not know how many of my reader’s do serious writing along with other obligations, but sometimes writing does complicate the beautiful things that we have in this life. Myself, I am lucky enough to have a very nice home thanks to my husband’s efforts and I have a wonderful life when even in sickness I take the time to lift my head from my computer keyboard once in awhile.

And I do have to admit, that even a simple thing like taking a little broken bread out to the geese that is in the lake behind my home makes life worthwhile.

Thinking back about starching things, my Mother taught me how women use to make thick cooked starch for clothing, doilies and the like, which I am sure is becoming a lost art in these more modern fast paced lifestyles; but I have to admit that when you get done with a doily for example and you have ironed it into shape then let it dry, they are still beautiful to see.

The first one I did in my present home, my niece who is now thirteen asked me how I could make a doily so still and beautiful so I explained to her how it was done and it made me feel good that something as simple as this could still be passed on to another generation.

Some of the old art’s shouldn’t be forgotten I think because they make life pleasant and even though we are in a hurry it seems in these modern times one should never forget to read that old dusty classic, make even a simple toy for a child; because the rewards are greater then all the money in the world.

Back to my writer’s block and being sick, the sickness will past in time it always does and as for my writer’s block; if their was a more peaceful situation in the world I think the sadness of what goes on outside my home wouldn’t make me feel like a donkey kicked me in the stomach sometimes and making it hard to write about all the atrocities, chaos that seems to be leading up to a third world war beckoning at all our doors.