Why would I not have believed you?
What I remember about being young (and the thoughts about being a grown up) involved having a job/career. I never really put a lot of thought into "dream weddings" nor did I really like playing with dolls. I had college-bound thinking, with a career to follow. What it meant to be a "wife" or a "mom" never really came into my thoughts. Of course, I hoped to have a husband someday. But as to the particulars of what that meant. It never really took up much of my thinking. Which I suppose is fairly odd considering I was raised a Latter-Day Saint where much of our talk was about families and all that goes along with it. I suppose that all felt so far away. Always in the future. Nor did a lot of thought go into making sure that husband made a lot of money. I suppose partly because I thought that I would have a career and I never really cared a lot about money. Especially after my awesome stint living in New York City.
What did I care about?
To be honest, I don't really know what I thought about. As a child, I suppose living for the moment was what I did. In my teens and 20's, I made a lot more goals and lived in the future much more so than I do now. Looking back, I'd say that I liked to have genuine experiences and genuine friends. I like the real thing. No faking it here.
Present tense living is where I am now and it's rather strange to be in such a place. Especially in this day and age. Everyone is always asking about plans for the future.
This morning, I woke up with no plans in particular during the day, except going to see Liam sing at the Jubilee of Tree. Scarlett fell asleep at 10am, which rarely happens, and was still asleep at 11:15am, thus going to see the Sunset Express went out the window. Along with my telling Liam that I would be there. I wasn't there. I wish I had been. My morning was dull, boring, and uneventful. I had no motivation to do anything when there was everything (in the house) that needed my assistance. I'm over it.
Not being able to go see Liam (and keeping my word) really got me moving.
Opening the fridge and finding the rest of the corn, from M Y garden, that needed to be blanched and frozen or eaten. I'll start there. (It's already been over a week since we husked it.)
'What the heck is blanched?' That is what past tense Tana would have said, along with other correlating subject matter. 'Cooking? Gardening? Being one of the CEO's of a family of five children. What the what?' That's what I would have said and looked at you with a quizzical expression because I was going to be a career woman and whatever went a long with that. The art of being a "household manager" -- what is that?
Corn blanched. Hmmm...should we have that for dinner. Along with...the fish in the freezer that I do not know what to do with...and some rice. Ok.
But first, there is a whole heck-of-a-lot-of-apples-cut-from-last-weeks-party-that-did-not-get-eaten. I didn't want to throw them away, it's like throwing money away, but I didn't want to eat the soggy old things. So, let's make apple pie filling. Ta-da! It's like magic. Turning soggy, week old apple slices into delicious, caramel goodness.
Again. This is something that present Tana knows exactly what to do. But would I E V E R have thought that this would be a part of my future. Nope. I suppose I thought food magically appeared on the table. I roll my eyes at past Tana.
Apple pie filling done. Also, the rice was in the crock pot, the fish (unfrozen and seasoned the way some recipe on the internet said was good) in the oven.
Now, time to make Laundry Detergent.
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