Richard has been trying to micromanage me all day, but I haven’t given in and let him be too pester-ish. I can’t remember everything he harrassed me about, but here are a few:
“Mom, when are you making dinner?” “When we all feel hungry. Probably around 6:30.” “Why not now?”
I was juicing some grapefruits and oranges to make sorbet. “Mom, why not only oranges? No grapefruits?” “Because I want grapefruit/orange sorbet.” “Why not just orange? It would be better.”
I made peanut clusters a couple of days ago and a friend suggested trying it with cashews so I did that today. They are good, by the way. I was breaking up a big, thick chunk of dipping chocolate with a hammer and a screwdriver. “Mom, why not just break it apart with your hands? It would be better.”
I was using a small cookie scoop to put the clusters on a pan. “Mom, why not use a spoon instead? It would be better.”
I bought a DVD today of an old Christmas concert by Celtic Woman. I was watching a show on Food Network, and I planned to watch the DVD afterwards. “Mom. Why not was your new DVD? It would be better.”
After the TV show ended I put the DVD on the TV I watch from the kitchen. “Mom. Why not use my big screen? It would be better.”
I was knitting a scarf using two strands of yard and giant needles. “Mom. Why not use only one yard? It would be better.” “Because it needs to have two colors. So two strands of yard.” “Why not use little knitters? It would be better.”
Apparently everything I did today could have been better if only I’d followed Richard’s plan. Oh well. Maybe another day I’ll do everything his way. Yeah. Maybe not.
