Week 3! I'm not sure why it happens, but sometimes photos from these slide shows disappear, and that is frustrating. A couple of people last week said, "What happened to the picture of 'X'?" Which does not mean that I included a picture of my "Ex," as in boyfriend, but that random photos disappeared. Sorry. No idea.
Photos 1, 2, 3: All January 11, just before my son Jordan returned to college, where he is a sophomore majoring in Ultimate Frisbee. Kidding. I think it's Exercise Science. He's keeping the idea of physical therapy on the back burner. I keep moving it to the front burner, but he keeps moving it to the back burner. He is goofing around with his dad in the last picture. They do not normally act like that. Yes they do.
Photo 4: Zoe on the day after Jordan left. Scenario: Zoe has had at least one person home with her all day since December 18. This week she flew solo and nearly died of heartbreak or anger, I cannot tell which. I only know when I came home from work that first day, she had pooped in the kitchen in the center of the floor, which I'm pretty sure is a statement, like "Poop on all of you for leaving me." I did not take a picture of this. You're welcome.
Photo 5: Pot Roast with Chipotle-Fruit Sauce. I bought a crock pot cook book for $5 at Books-A-Million after Christmas, from which this recipe comes. It sounded simple:
1 3-lb roast
2 t. garlic-pepper seasoning
1 7-oz package of mixed dried fruit
1/2 c. water
1 T. finely chopped chipotle peppers in adobo sauce
1 T. cold water and 2 t. cornstarch
1. Sprinkle meat with garlic seasoning. Place in cooker, add fruit, water and peppers.
2. Cover and cook on low 10-12 hours. Transfer meat to serving platter. Keep warm.
3. Transfer cooking liquid to a bowl. In a saucepan, add the cornstarch and water mixture. Add cooking liquid. Cook and stir until thick and bubbly. Spoon over meat.
Simple enough, right? I didn't know that "adobo sauce" is Mexican for "tonsil cauterizing heat paste." OH.MY.GOSH. We could hardly eat the roast. I considered pouring water all over it before I took the 3rd bite. Anyway, next time, I'd probably use milder peppers, or coat my throat with asbestos before eating.
Photo 6: This is my answer to the inspiring post I found at Chel's Leaving a Legacy. She's probably scratching her head trying to figure out what a "Paris" case has to do with keeping treasures, but I could not decide on a chest. I fell in love with this case and plan to use it in the same way; it's just not as appropriately poetic. Forgive me, Chel, but thanks for the wonderful idea!
Photo 7: Artist Dean K. Allison created a bronze sculpture called, "Born Again," which I have a photographic representation of in a poster. I have had some readers ask what is on my wall, and this is the poster. I first saw it in my former boss's office, and was very distracted by it because it looked at first glance like a ballerina shedding her tutu or something. (What youth minister doesn't have a photo of THAT on his wall?) Anyway, upon further study, I realized that this represents the shedding of the old man and creation of the new. I absolutely love this, and whenever I stop to really look at it again, I appreciate it anew.
Photo 8: Jorge is fascinated by the dexterity of the squirrels in our backyard, especially as they run around on icy fence tops. We have more pictures of squirrels than we do Zoe, and that is a lot. When Jorge grabs the camera and heads to the window, one of the kids always says, "Uh oh. The squirrels have mesmerized Dad again."
Photo 9: Still messing with the short, short hair. Remember in the 90s when people wore little clippy barrettes in their hair? I always liked that but didn't feel I could get away with it because it works on "cute" people, and I'm not the "cute" type. But now I have this "cutesy" hair bob, so I thought I'd try it. I still like these things, but I'm afraid it looks silly. Like a big giant claw clip bow from the 90s.
So that's week 3. Hey. Wake up!