Sticking with it
Sometimes being nice is too much like hard work.
After a tough day and arriving home to find my keys were left in the office, I was an hour late getting into the house. However tough, it is nothing compared to TSD who’s boyfriend is still pretty seriously ill in hospital. The kitchen needed a good tidy. The last thing she needed was coming home to the mess.
Then, I went shopping for ingredients. There’s a cake looming for TAA’s birthday. Butter Almond Cake. The recipe looks good.
I then cooked. Enough for TSD if she wanted, with enough for leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Cooking for three is no more difficult than cooking for one.
I lost the willpower however, when I realised I’d forgotten the butter. Apparently a Butter Almond cake is a bit rubbish without any butter. By now I really didn’t want to leave the house again, let alone bake.
You are very good at motivating me when I need it, and after only a minute or two I found the energy to head down the street to the local Tesco.
I was more than rewarded, however. On my way home the sky was lightly dusted with high altitude cirrus clouds. More than that, there was a bright sundog caught at one side of the sun. As I watched, it grew more distinct, as though it were rewarding me for sticking with it. It wasn’t, of course. That was pure chance. The best reward was seeing TSD’s face when I told her there was dinner in the fridge, should she be hungry.
There’ll be enough cake left for pudding, too.