… but today I took a deep breath as I looked around my filthy kitchen and ticked off in my mind the various tasks that I needed to accomplish before I could start making lunch for the crew: clean off the counter. Clean out the sinks. Unload the dishwasher. Reload the dishwasher.
… I closed my eyes for a moment…
… and I snapped my fingers.
Just to see what would happen.
And you know what?
I opened my eyes. And…
… nothing had changed. Apparently I haven’t an ounce of magic in me.
But a gal can wish. And I do wish I really could snap my fingers and that the dishes would magically be done when I opened my eyes… so I could move ahead with other things, things I really like to do in life. Like cook! I really love to cook. I just don’t like to deal with the after-mess.
I was going to make applesauce for dessert today. But who has time to peel apples?
I did, apparently, back in 2014, when I took this picture:
That’s all. No smart conclusion today. That’s just all.
© Tami Blake
P.S.: The pretty turquoise plates? Some of my recent Dollar Store finds. They’re melamine. Wish I could snap my fingers and turn them into real plates.