Since I am finished talking for now, I will let my fingers do the drivel

fireboatThese days, most of these days anyway, my Mouse and I spend an hour or two in the late afternoon or evening together. I work all day, she goes to an evening play rehearsal. We have settled into a little routine where I come home and process the few dishes that she purposefully leaves me and we talk a bit, nothing too serious. Usually Frooggy needs to be located (he loses himself a lot) and placed on his favorite Clorox wipes container. It always looks to me like he is on a toilet when he sits there but, since he is a puppet, there isn’t anything much inside him to have to process and put into a toilet. But then, when he gets into the laundry detergent and the Listerine and all that stuff, how the heck does he process that stuff and where *does* it come out.

Anyway, this afternoon, I made some off-hand comment that Mouse couldn’t quite process because of my bad grammar or unfinished thought or whatever. And I answered that I was just spewing drivel out of my mouth because, when you live with someone as ultra-literate as Mouse, sometimes you just have to give up. It all reminds me of when I was a tough (I hoped) little kid living on Superior Street and having a grammar freak for a moom. If I wanted to fit in with the children of the largely* unschooled population of my neighborhood, it was important to know how to say things like, “I ain’t got none.” Unfortunately, that did not fly at our house on Superior Street. If I wanted to say something like that, I made sure that I was over at the schoolyard, which was definitely out of earshot of The Commander.

Whooda thunk it that I would escape a grammar freak moom only to give BIRTH to a grammar freak!!! Yiiiy! I dunno (bows to grammar/spelling freaks everywhere). My absolutely totally utterly beloved younger daughter has been correcting my grammar since, well, I’m trying to think about when that started. Maybe about three? Around the same time that the first gulf war began and she figured out how to turn off the war by pressing “OFF” on the remote control that handled our little kitchen TV.

I was gonna (not correct pronunciation) ask what quick recipes folks were doing when they got home from work. Because I have made oven-fried chicken for about the tenth time in October. I used to be very creative. I dunno (not correct pronunciation) what I have turned into. Recipes, anyone? No kale chips please. I don’t think we’re ready for those yet…

* The south side of Sault Ste. Siberia was a wonderful place to grow up and a very wide mix of folks lived there. I love to walk around there now.

3 Responses to “Since I am finished talking for now, I will let my fingers do the drivel”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I love breakfast for dinner–eggs and bacon or omelettes. Soups and sandwiches. A stuffed baked potato. I’m making myself really hungry!!

  2. isa Says:

    get some onions, garlic, peppers, olives, zucchini, whatever, saute inpan > pour in a can of diced tomatoes at the end > boil some pasta > not quite spaghetti sauce but quick and easy! more like pasta with veggies. throw in chard or spinach if you’re feeling adventurous.

  3. Pooh Says:

    Didn’t have time to write this morning, and by now you’ve probably finished dinner AND the dishes. A simple one we do is pasta w/ cheese sauce. It works best if you have a saucepan/spaghetti kettle the same diameter as a serving dish. Boil the water for the pasta in the pot on the bottom, while you chunk the cheese into the casserole on top. Add a little olive oil and the cheese will melt as the water boils. Add the pasta to the pot when the water boils. When the pasta is done, toss it in to the already melted cheese mix in the serving dish. We usually use Saga or Gorgonzola cheese. The pasta should be one like shells or radiatore that the sauce can stick to, rather than flat noodles like spaghetti. I will add peas or other vegies to it, if i’m in the mood.