Today I made four loaves of banana bread. Trent brought a big box full of over-ripe bananas home from the store. They sell a whole box of them for only $4 - if you get there quite early in the morning. So now we have enough to freeze for shakes and we can make banana bread. I would be more excited about the fruit if it wasn't the second box he's brought home in a week. We're plum full of bananas. So the twins and I made sweet banana bread with the yellow fruit that looked most
I was planning to make banana muffins too, but I ran out of flour. I went into the laundry room/pantry/craft space/furnace room/storage area where we keep the wheat grinder. I filled it up with wheat and turned it on to "jet takeoff." I'm glad I can walk out of there and close the door - that wheat mill is so noisy! I walked back in to check on it a few minutes later, only to find that I had not pushed in the lower bowl all the way. Ai, ai ai! The whole room looked like a scene from a bad Christmas movie! Every visible surface was coated with white, powdery flour. Clouds of flour were pouring out of the machine, creating a mystic flour fog that added to the ambiance. Why didn't I take a picture? I was too busy trying to find the mill to turn it off. I spent the next long while cleaning up endless dusty messes.
Today I swept the floor in the laundry room - several times. And then I decided that since I had to deep clean in there anyway, I might as well drag the compound miter saw in there and cut some wood for a project I've been wanting to do. And then I swept the floor again.
Today I went to the temple and breathed clean, white temple air. It was glorious to just sit there and look at the very light carpet that I didn't have to worry about keeping clean. I loved letting my soul breathe and be filled.
Today I drove with my neighbor's daughter who is learning how to drive. I was not traumatized. My friend insisted that I sit in the front seat, so she could sit in the back and play solitaire and not watch the driving. She must play solitaire in a more gripping manner than I am used to, since she kept shrieking and gasping. I think the daughter is coming along nicely, but I am concerned about the health of her mother. I hope her blood pressure normalizes soon.
Today I walked my daughter to kindergarten for the last time. The next time we go to school together, she will be a first grader. Holy time warp, Batman! I stopped at the front corner of the school, gave her a quick hug and told her to have a great day, and she skipped happily away. She's come a long way since she clung to my arm and leg and insisted that I stay in line with her until her teacher came to collect her class. I felt a little melancholy watching her go.
Today I sigh and miss my babies just a little bit. How fast they grow! What a blessing I have to be part of this wondrous life.