A day an night and a good cry.

Date :  A very cold day in November.

I had quite a day of hurt today.  I don't like whining, but I have a bit of body pain.   Today the cold is so harsh today that my bones are breaking inside my body.   I know it is how I am made, and it is one of the wonders as to why God made me this way, but I don't like it.  Not one bit today.
I have made 2 big pots of my favorite soups,  Chili and French Onion, of which I got one bowl of each... I made 20 servings.

This brought up a great point in my house.  I cook less and less, why..
1.  I despise my kitchen.. it is a 9' section of nothing.  I have no space and it is frustrating having every one on top of me as I try to do things.
2.  Food is not appreciated, just devoured.
3.  I get little to none of it.
4.  I don't do the grocery shopping.  So my creativity is at a loss.

And then the words came out..   I was harsh when I found my egg salad, enough for 8 sandwiches.. ALL GONE.. I got one.     I expressed my disapproval to the crowd in the living room.  My response was from the eldest son, a quite ungrateful boy.  Wahh wah wah.  This from a child who has no job, no responsibility and far to many items in his life that give him vanity.  He hurt me.  He knew my pain today and had heard the issues before in the day of all my treats disappearing.  He ate my favorite barbecue chips earlier.   I began to cry...

I don't like crying..  I have high blood pressure, and have a hard time when I start.. I overindulge.  How many times have I overindulged.  But do I hate above all the emotional indulgence.

Well.. after a chat and a friends advise.. here the story lies.
But most of all.. here it will lie...until the book... :)

All will be well,  All will find their peace.  It has to.
The food, I can make again, but the moments... that is what I can never get back.