Who do you think is a really good cook, chef, or baker? I’ve always wondered why not me. My dad and my grandma were amazing in the kitchen. I grew up in the country with a big garden and fruit trees, raspberry bushes. We had fresh greens and canned tomatoes and jellies…yadda yadda. Even raised chickens and did the deed. I watched, helped and contributed to the whole process. Somehow, I missed the boat. I don’t hate to make dinner. I lack luster when it comes to the pleasure of the task. My sister is a VP for a large trucking company. She comes home and loves the cook thing. Why her and not me? The last time I was at Teri’s ( the sister), I checked her pantry. Wow, at least 100 plus spices. Her bathroom is loaded with Rachel Ray mags. My cupboard has 10 jars of spices and bouillon; my bathroom is stocked with toilet paper. Enough said, if you want to be a fabulous chef, buy spices, cookbooks and follow the recipe. My family will continue to ask me to bring liquor and I’m not offended. Tonight, I am baking muffins for my people in the primary wing. I’ll put them on a real plate. They will say, “can I have the recipe” ? I will smile and say “Krusteaz, Cinnamon Swirl Muffin Mix”. That’s how I roll.
I didn’t quit today. Day 2 of “The Lake”, I painted a pretty picture yesterday. But, realistically, old doesn’t mean just rodents. For three years we have battled, termites, snakes and nut shells in our beds. The chinking in the logs has been falling out leaving gaps for the elements to invade the walls and interior of the cabin. We had sheets of plastic covering the walls. From sweeping bats, spiders and bugs, it was time to fix it or forget it. Believing that my parents went to heaven, I am a firm believer, they sent us our neighbors. Becky ( a surgical nurse) and her husband Jerry. They bought the cabin next door to us three years ago. Jerry is retired and can fix, build, rewire, unplug, level, and create just about anything. He owns every tool, saw, jack, rachet and a big truck. (And he cooks) While his wife got to know the neighbors. He fixed everything in his cabin, redid his patio, dormered a second floor and gutted a kitchen. So, why do I think my parents sent us our new neighbors? Jerry, by himself, gutted our entire cabin down to the ground and rebuilt it with our design by himself. ( his best friend from Minneapolis is an electrician who came over and advised him and wired for fun. He started last November 2014, taking out the entire base below ground level. It is a miracle to see the transformation of sloping rotten logs to an amazing open cabin. I can’t wait to share pictures. I’ll need help with that. It’s not done but you will see such a transformation of falling logs to level love, you too will share my joy. I was going to write about the lake for a couple weeks but the cabin will be done by May 1st. Time to celebrate the new. I have more things to share and stories to tell. Not as painful tonight, but it still takes to much time. Don’t judge me.
I have writers block and it’s only March first. My forte is Illustration and I’m great at “speaking with good purpose” and sometimes not so much, but complete thoughts, yikes. I don’t think I have those? “The Lake”… When my parents passed away, they left my sister and I a very old log cabin with a lot of character. How old? 1890’s…It’s in upper Wisconsin off of Route 53 on B…In Wisconsin every side road has a letter. Turn left on V till you come to M, that’s a T, take a right on B and watch out for leaping deer and oversized skunks! The cabin is right on the water with a 180 view of the lake. In the early morning, the only sounds are the loons announcing the day. The sunrise is breathtaking, the air clean, a little piece of heaven… Put the brakes on that picture, old bring issues. A small rodent and I are having a stare down; I’m on the move, he is not…..Does this get easier, this writing thing? I hope so. I’m exhausted. TBC