Talking To Potatoes

I was talking to the potatoes in the kitchen. This is not unusual as I have a habit of talking to most inanimate objects I encounter. These particular potatoes were being peeled and cut so I could parboil them before roasting them to go with a nice roast of pork. Credit goes to my late mother-in-law for this method. Grandma Tunney made the best roasted potatoes around. Not to mention a damn good roast of pork.

Anyway I was talking to these potatoes when JT wandered upstairs in his underwear. Red underwear. Very festive. Nothing strange about this either. JT is not a great lover of pants at the best of times. If he is built anything like his mother, pants are not always comfortable because they tend to creep up. I don’t really know if this is the issue. I never asked. He wandered up, inhaled roast pork, had a short conversation, not about pants, and headed back downstairs to his room. Who am I to judge. He spent a couple of hours pushing and shoving last night’s snow. With or without pants, one has to appreciate that.

I then focused my attention on the other potatoes, the sweet potatoes, which I began peeling and slicing while explaining to them how difficult they were to slice. Potatoes are good listeners. They don’t talk back.

The Doc, in the meantime, was scrolling through god knows what on his phone. This is also not unusual because he spends a heck of a lot of time scrolling and reading on his phone. However, he had spend time this afternoon trying to get the snow blower to start but to no avail. Just another one of those things that doesn’t always work when you need it to. Again I can’t say anything because I didn’t have to deal with it or any of that heavy wet white stuff that looked so pretty but was a real pain in the ass to move. Speaking of The Doc, I have noticed that he has taken up a new hobby, one to seemingly compete with the festive favourite, Elf on a Shelf. Undies on the Ledge. I just never know when they will appear.

I spent my day utilizing all the amazing energy I surprisingly woke up with this morning. The Doc and I are back to sleeping in the same bed so, needless to say, I had not been sleeping well for the past week. Then suddenly I hit the wall and crashed last night. As a matter of fact all of us crashed last night. None of us moved until I rolled out of bed at about ten this morning. Sweet Jesus I felt revived. I started by making blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Afterwards, while the shoveling and snow blower tweaking was going on, I made my first batch of shortbread cookies for the season. Then I practiced piano and worked on a jigsaw puzzle before starting dinner and conversing with the potatoes.

JT was off work, and it felt like a Sunday. So much so that we all seemed to be in weekend mode. I made a Sunday-style dinner. JT forgot that he had an online lesson to teach and had to postpone it till a bit later because it was scheduled to happen just as he poured the gravy over his pork and potatoes. The Doc, well The Doc has been in weekend mode since he retired nine years ago so nothing unusual there.

All in all it turned out to be just another normal day in our house. I did however realize, sometime after the fact, that I never really made time to chat with the roast.