Obligations

I am not obligated to spill my guts here every day.  I am not a bandwagon jumper-on-er, so when I saw Zach begin his journal, I didn't have to start one, too.  But I am open to ideas that might help. 

I dunno if anyone has any idea how much this has helped me. 

Anyway, today is my husband's birthday.  Since it fell on a weekend this year, I got treated to a double dose of the joy that is matrimony.  Ah, well, I tried to make it a nice day.  I think I fulfilled my obligations.

We did go to church this morning.  This was our third time to this new church that I found online, thanks to Jane and Rain.  Cool church, no dogma, believe whatcha want, just be good to each other.  I can dig a church like that.  Universalist Unitarians, in case you're intrested. 

Well here are some of the things I am obliged to do: 
  

  • Provide what my children need to grow and thrive, and be as healthy and safe as I can help them be.
  • Do the right thing, regardless of how much it hurts me.
  • Keep my word, which means I still owe wlofie a brownie recipe and the Guild a bio page.  Among dozens of other things I have said I would do.
  • Do no harm, though not a doctor, it's one that applies to everybody, I think.
I am not obliged to do what society or some crowd wants me to do.   Shave my legs.  Only pair peanut butter with jelly, as opposed to pickles or cheese.  Wear my baseball cap backwards.  Apply for awards for my website.

Abrupt segue: I runied the gravy.  Well I thought I did, cuz I got impatient.  I browned the hambruger like I always do, threw the flour into the grease and browned that too, poured in the milk, and it wasn't thickening fast enough to suit me, so I threw in more flour.  White lumps all in it.  I knew better than that, and did it anyway, thought maybe it wouldn't happen this time.  Wound up costing me time, cuz I hadda cook it longer to get the lumps out.  Heh I guess it does fit the theme though:  if I undertake to make hamburger gravy, I am obliged to do it the right way.  Heh.