Dear Reader,
Sometimes what you need is an Uncrustables maker.
When you’ve had a bad dream, your day is stacked, you feel entirely overwhelmed and grief keeps buzzing at you like mosquitos and you say you’d prefer poems, thank you very much.
When you realize Virtual Residency began on Saturday and well, you didn’t add the dates to your calendar and you missed events you would’ve liked to have viewed. But then you see that some of them were recorded but where can you view them and shouldn’t you already know this and why don’t you know this and you could just ask but also asking feels like it would be a pain for those who are already busy busy but they’re not like that, they would tell you if you just asked but if they are recorded, that means you could watch them any time, yes, but where and what if you have already missed the good stuff and argh, brain, shut it!
Okay, back to the Uncrustable maker.
If you are not familiar with the delight that is childhood all squished together, Uncrustables are pb and j’s that you find in the freezer case that are de-crusted and sealed.
They are also too expensive for what they are. I said what I said, Herbert!
Enter, the Uncrustable maker. (These thingies go by many names.)
I searched for one of these online for quite a while and could not find one that made me entirely happy, so I gave up. And then I was asked to review one. (This is not the review; this is me saying the universe really, really, wanted me to have one, and so I do. More likely, Word Raccoon wanted one and pulled some strings.)
I’m trying it for the first time this morning and I’m assuming the results will be good. My point is that I have a small project I am looking forward to at a time when all Word Raccoon wants are pb and j’s, Coke Zero, and apparently virtual residency sessions to feed her brain and Calgon, take me away.
I need an easy win, even if it is from making a sandwich.
While I can’t write reams of poetry right now, the desire to is hovering, and I’m grateful.
And I can start the dishwasher, which I will, right after breakfast. (I really do want one of those sandwiches. Soon.)
Also, I have discovered what happens to the laundry baskets when they go MIA from the laundry area, which is a not-small thing to me right now: if I have two loads’ worth of laundry in a basket, I wash first one and then the other, and I think what I do is take the first load out of the laundry room to fold it while the second is drying. Mystery solved; now to overcome the urge to move the basket because hey, we all know WR is not going to fold that laundry and put it away and then bring the basket back. Baskets are mere holding areas right?
To her. As are sandwiches. Which is probably how she ended up “needing” an Uncrustables maker in the first place. I think she might end up hiding poems between two pieces of bread this morning. Who wants to volunteer to check?
Sandwiches and poems,
Drema