In consequence of certain circumstance beyond the clutches of my control, I am condemned to contributing considerable chunks of time and energy into other projects. The reason for this unreasonable turn of events is sition, a fanciful appellation for a frightfully real phenomena. It is pronounced like aquisition, without the aqui...and the word was forged in the furnace of our faculties. The term represents that compelling internal force to do something you had not particularly wanted to, but you know you should do because it is particularly the right thing to do, which thing others, whom you admire and respect, are already doing or will be doing presently. Do not mistake this with external force, blackmail, or other malicious forms of powerful persuasion, for it stems more from respect, trust, a stricken conscience, and/or a weak mind. For example, our present situation at the present time. One of our number, a wiser and more experienced one, decided to live on a rigorous schedule in order to accomplish more of the important tasks required by each day. If any person wants something of that sort, that is fine, but one can not help but see the benefits of such a scheme and a zephyr of sition ruffles your senses. Then that individual invited anyone who wanted to join, sition turns into a incessant breeze. Others around you volunteer, some even enthusiastically. Great gusts of gale force wind plow into your will power enshrouding you, covering you, tumbling, turning, bearing you away into a more serious reflection on the fragile faults of your reluctance. The stage was set, the deed was done, you find yourself enlisting in change for the better. Some call it friendly peer pressure, I call it sition. Let me tell you why. Before I lived happily ever after, someone suggested to me that there was opposition in all things, and before this idea could ossify in my mind I discovered a fallacy. Where others may enjoy a variety of options, I, having 11 parents (9 happen to be my older siblings), somehow was always presented with only one choice. Instead of experiencing opposition in even a few things, all I ever felt was sition in all things. This all occurred once upon a time. Consequently, a rigorous schedule equates an elimination of the abundant extra time at my disposal to host and post.
Having thus explained my absence, I return to give an exceptionally incomplete review of our comings and goings, our doings and undoings, our falling and failings, etc.
Having thus explained my absence, I return to give an exceptionally incomplete review of our comings and goings, our doings and undoings, our falling and failings, etc.
For example, felling timber. By the way, the person shown is an Australian missionary, not Graham on steroids.
One of Isaac's favorite things to, and which he does well. He was in the process of making a bookshelf. The book shelf is complete, and still we have not taken a picture of it, and, please, direct all complaints to our director of photography Monsieur Isaac.
This is a pretty accurate depiction of our days. Work hours happen to be during the hottest part of the day. Better that than during the mosquitoes' daily evening feasts. That point is debatable!
This might be a more accurate depiction of what we really feel.
We have to include the invention that makes each day worth living.
Resting from your labors on Sunday positively implies enjoying good food, and a good conversation to wash it down.
There seems to be an informal competition around here, because of which everyone has started exploring new horizons in the desert...I mean dessert.
This was an all time favorite of cashew cream cheese, chunks of dates, coconut chocolate mouse, and more. The artisan of this award winner was Mani.
The moral of this story could not possibly be one of submission to doing what you know is right. Even if it looks black and terrible at first, and gradually you realize how satisfying and good it actually is. That is what I discovered about our new schedule. It is great! I guess we could have said you are what you want to be. But then how come I do not feel any stronger or fuller?
P.H. D., who seeks what a host or a post want most. What is it they seek? The answer to the question just posed.
Though schedules generally make one more predictable, do not be deceived, because you never know when I will post again.
The cashew cream cheese dessert looks yummy. Do you share recipes?
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you are doing well and happy (as always)!
Fortunately, we feel no aversion to sharing recipes. Unfortunately, our recipes seem apprehensive of being shared. Somehow, we seriously have a problem with remembering to write down our newly created recipes, and our master confectioner never seems to remember what he put in his desserts. That is one reason we hardly ever have the same dessert twice, and this, sadly was not one of those repeated dessert. In place of this lost recipe maybe you would like to try another favorite. A Variant of an Unknown Ice Cream Recipe! It is like this.
ReplyDelete1 c. soaked cashews
2 c. coconut milk (any nut milk, or maybe even regular milk, might do...we always use our own fresh undiluted thick coconut milk)
1 c. dates
pinch of salt
Homogenize all in a blender or other similar implement. Usually it becomes all creamy and since we do not have a ice cream maker we just put it in the fridge until it gets cold. Experiment on this if you want, and inform us of success...if you do not meet with success forget that we were the ones that shared this recipe with you. :)
Thanks for the comment!