I'm not really sure what is, but I'll think long and hard about it and get back to you.
Really nothing has happened since the last time I typed a blog. I can either start making stuff up, or dig into the archives and tell stories, or just not write any more. We'll see.
Today when I woke up it was raining. I knew I wanted to go to the gym- mainly because I had a whole host of things I wanted to consume. I'm sure I would've been better off NOT going to the gym if that meant not eating all that junk... Hindsight is 20/20, you know.
I also had a hankering to make a chocolate cheesecake. Not really because I wanted to eat it. I just wanted to make it. This is generally not a good idea. Inevitably wanting to make it and wanting to eat it converge. Regardless, I am pleased to report that my prowess in the kitchen has reached an all new level.
Hang on a minute.
Okay, I'm back. I had to check to see if the eastern wall of the house had blown in. Never have I heard such a fierce wind in Germany. Which reminds me of what happened last night....
Last night I was dreaming. I was at Mom's house, and I was sitting with a few cowboys on a tube gate watching some horses in an arena. I remember them telling me I needed to get some new boots. It wasn't an unpleasant dream. The next thing you know, I was jolted from my slumber by a very loud siren. Before I could even open my eyes, I was up with a blanket and headed for the basement. Luckily I woke up enough to realize that the fire siren was going off next door, and there was no reason to be out of bed running around in the dark. In that split second between being awake and asleep, I was sure that it awas a tornado siren, which is interesting, because where I grew up on Rural Route 2 there is no such thing. Apparently if you're born in Iowa you just instinctively know what tornado sirens sound like.
Tornadoes and I have a bit of a history. It's a pretty uneventful history, especially since I've never seen one or lived through one (I contribute that to conscientiously seeking shelter each and every time Steve Karlin told me to). I have many memories of sitting directly in front of the television counting the counties on the news screen to see if ours was the one with all the tornadoes (it always was). Three up, five from the left. I was always the first one to the basement, too. Thank you kindly, Mr. Weatherman, you don't have to tell me twice. Of course, I would have preferred it if my family joined me there, but shoot, I sure wasn't going to blow away. If Mom sent everyone down, that's when things got serious. I made sure to set my supplies around me and holler weather conditions up the stairs at Mom every three seconds while Matt and Liz played legos as if the end of the world wasn't near. But if worrying could save us, I had it covered. It seemed the weatherman was always drawing a circle right over our house. Which is why I would not have been all that surprised to find myself in my pajamas in Karl's basement (possibly more frightening than a tornado).
Anyway, back to my prowess in the kitchen. That darn chocolate cheesecake got the best of me in step two. Pitiful, I know. I started those chocolate squares melting on the stove and went about making the crust. I was quite pleased with myself and enjoying some of the extra Oreos when I remembered the chocolate. Too late, of course. The odor of burnt chocolate will never be in Yankee's Spring collection, that's for sure.
Maybe that's a sign that there's no Earthly reason that I should be making a chocolate cheesecake. I'll probably try again tomorrow. If the kitchen burns to the ground, I won't be upset. What's that they say? No use crying over spilt milk. Or burned down pathetic excuses for kitchens.
The sun came out this afternoon, right about the time I got done at the gym. I like to walk if it's not for exercise, so I figured this was as good a time as any to get some vitamin D. After the winter we've had, I could actually feel my face drinking it up. Being an Iowa girl, I know that first taste of Spring is usually just a tease, so I won't keep my fingers crossed. But my, if a little warm and sunny spot can't go a long way.
The snow has melted off the fields and the drainage ditches are running (and not frozen!)
