i spend way to much time here at my desk with this thing on. it does offer me a link to the outside world and some communication with people i think to be real.
so today, i'm sitting here bantering with friends, watching the river flow, and seeing the clouds move over the mountains. then i notice how differently quiet it is. the river has been high and fast this last week. the heat has brought down the majority of the winter's snow pack. today it's at a more normal level and quieter than yesterday. for a holiday weekend the showers this morning have limited the traffic on the highway. yes there are still some diehard harley people out there making noise in the rain. but mostly it's quiet. wonderfully quiet.
as time drifted towards lunch, i had to perform an old ritual i started back in 1986. mixing one of those costco size jars of natural peanut butter. i use an electric drill and a one gallon paint mixer, very effective, very much a "guy thing." it's loud for kitchen noise, it's sort of messy but well worth the savings as once it's mixed i store it in the freezer.
i raised 3 kids on this stuff, much to their dismay. after the divorce it has come up a couple of times in our conversations. one confessed that mom added honey to it, so that they would eat it without complaints. the vegetarian said that she hated the stuff and now buys only jif to feed her kids. they each at different times come to visit and requested sour dough toast and real peanut butter. which always makes me smile.
so today after the noise of the drill was silenced and i began the task of moving it into smaller jars for the freezer. i heard these thoughts, i have always done what i thought was best for my kids. i have given them a different way to think and problem solve. that as adults they can make their own decisions. that the smiles these thoughts bring are the best reward in life.
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