The View From Mrs. Sundberg's Window
Living in the Moment
August 25, 2010
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. After a week of heat, things have finally cooled down and I must say it is a glorious thing. I looked everywhere but couldn't find the old fan I did out only during heat spells, one of those old clunky things that works way better than anything made these days. Kicks out a cool stream like nothing else, and I'll be darned if I can find it. The kids have their little plastic fans that work somewhat, but I'll take my mini-barn fan any day. But no luck. I'm thinking it was lent out along the way, and someone forgot to return it. That's how it goes. You don't just lose a clunky old fan.
Loss is for other things, like your favorite pen or your wallet or your sanity. I seem to have lost my share of items valuable to me along the way, and I can't chalk it up to old age because I'm not old. Don't feel old. Don't look all that old. What I can blame it on is a head full of thoughts that tend to get in the way of mindfulness, and that can be a real trip. Especially when a big ol' fan goes missing. Along with, in the last few months, a brand new package of my favorite underwear, and a bottle of real — not imitation — vanilla I picked up for cookies for the kids. How on earth?
So I've been giving thought these days to becoming more mindful, to living in the moment, to not concerning myself with tomorrow and last week and who poked a hole in the screen door. Been thinking more about not concerning myself with the needs of the universe as much as what is happening right now, this moment, where I am. It is working. Not only have I not lost anything this week, but I found a few things I hadn't known I'd lost: a spare key for the house, an old map of the Grand Canyon (my dream place to go), and a secret recipe for mint juleps only my great aunt Wanda could make just right. And now so can I. Today. I have all the ingredients, and a cool breeze is blowing, and what better thing to do in this present moment than make myself a drink and sit outside where there's nothing to lose but my shoes — because I take them off — and my cares, like leaves falling from trees. Sure. That's today. Tomorrow will take care of itself, Honey. It sure will.
BLUEBERRY PEACH CREAM PIE
You've probably had it up to here with blueberries, but I haven't. Load me up, and bring in some more. This recipe will get whatever needs going, going. Wherever you may be.
9 inch pie shell (bottom pastry only)
2 1/2 cup peeled and diced peaches
1 1/2 cup blueberries
3/4 cup sugar
1/3 cup flour
1 tsp cinnamon
A dash or two of nutmeg
1/3 cup half and half cream
Mix sugar, flour, and cinnamon. Add nutmeg. Fold in peaches and blueberries. Place in unbaked pie shell. Pour cream evenly over fruit mixture in pie shell. Bake at 450 for 10 minutes, then reduce heat to 375 and bake for an additional 30 minutes. Cool to lukewarm before serving.
Enjoy!
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