It's a Sunday

It's a Sunday and I was reasonably happy today.  I had relatives com in and clean my home.  All four legged children were safe and accounted for.  I got to work on my latest cross stitch.  I can almost see the finish line.  The only thing I did not do was get a good meal.  I had planned to eat some leftover chili.  My care provider had made a Crock pot full with my recipe.  This is basically ground turkey, kidney beans, tomato sauce, a pinch of chili powder, and 1 package of taco seasoning mild.  If you brown the turkey first it looks better but you don't have to.  I also like to add a bit of cheddar cheese on top.   But that is up to the individual.  I had planned to eat some with lots of veggies on the side and then heat up the rest for my dinner.

My relatives left around 2:30 or 3 pm.  I was really starting to get hungry.  I looked for the chili and could not find it.  I looked for a few more minutes then finally asked my roommates If they ate the chili.  They said they had.  My nice almost homemade chili was gone and there went my dreams of going to bed with a full stomach.  I can't really blame them.  We often share.  Anything made in the Crock pot is too much for 1 person anyway.  But I was looking forward to the chili.  I had no money to get a burger or sandwich.  It was either go without eating, write a small check at the grocery store, or get a little bit of food on my left over food stamp card.  I decided to go to my local dollar store and use my food stamp card. 

My favorite dollar store is in a strip mall reasonably close to my home.  It holds a couple of restaurants, my favorite bagel place, and an ice cream parlor.  I went into the dollar store and I picked up a can of spaghettios.  and some Vienna sausage a coke and some chips.  Not the healthiest things to get but cheap and I had to stay on the cheap side of things.  It all totaled about $4.65 I left and was thinking spaghettio's were a far cry from almost homemade chili.  I looked up and saw a relative I had not seen in about 3 years.  She looked good.  She recently left her husband and was in the middle of changing her life.  She was working hard but looked happy.

Some people love to find fault with each other.  I think this goes on in my family.  We get so busy talking about what's bad with people, we forget to see good.  No one liked the way this person just sort of dropped out.  Some of the things that happened did not seem fair.  I honestly feel she wanted to change her life.  I don't think she cared what anyone had to say about it either.  I certainly can understand that.  I wish her luck it was good to see her and know she was OK.  Love your families.  And take care