I can't cook beans, every time I try to they turn out like rocks. I could soak them for two days and cook them for a months and still they would be rocks. Since the food has been short, I took out the last piece of beef and the pressure cooker my grandmother gave me. Beans were on the menu. Having never used a pressure cooker for fear of it exploding, I was leery of how it would work. The beans turned out OK, but I think whether they or the chili spices I used were bad. No mater how much doctoring I did the taste was still there, rotten masa flour. I made a huge batch of these beans and they were ruined by the taste, ugh! The family oohed and aahhhed about them, but none had seconds. The cats wouldn't even eat them. Needless to say, it was a disaster. I do know that the beans in the pressure cooker work though, so it could be chalked up as a learning experience.
Elise is still looking bad, one of the cuttings I was supposed to sell bit it, I don't know what's wrong with the plant, but I may have to unpot it again and cut the mush out. This time I'll leave the plants to dry a few days before repotting it. The heat is not helping any of the plants recover either.
My grandparents/landlords came to visit. I never know when they are landlords or grandparents, there is never a line drawn. They morph from one to the other at the blink of an eye. Anyway, they came by to tell us they had a car for us, but we have to wait for the paperwork before we got it. I don't know how to take this because they have never given anything without a string attached a mile long. There is a cost to it, we just have to wait and find out what, even if it were given for less than a dime, it will end up costing us a mint in troubles. I do love my grandparents, but they act like jackals all the time attacking the weaker family members at every turn, but they are who the Lord gave me as family, I should be happy I still have them. It's hard though.
They also said if we clean up hickville they'd bring a working washing machine. I come by it naturally, I was raised by pack rats of the worst kind. My grandparents came out of the depression and they never throw anything away. They always find a use for it. Our house and yard reflects being raised by them. Half of our yard is full of my uncle's junk, the other half ours. I admit we do need to clean up the yard, it does look like a bunch of yokels live here, which isn't too far from the truth.
I found a hole in the wall across from the old washing machine today, they are supposed to be bringing a new one, I can imagine the tongue lashing I'll get for that one. It was caused by part of the dryer. I know it will get better, but I don't know how worse it could get. I do know, I could be like my brother and living in a homeless shelter in Portland with his wife and son. I've been homeless before, I guess if I had to we could do it again. I pray that we find mercy soon, not that we deserve it, but it would be nice.
Elise is still looking bad, one of the cuttings I was supposed to sell bit it, I don't know what's wrong with the plant, but I may have to unpot it again and cut the mush out. This time I'll leave the plants to dry a few days before repotting it. The heat is not helping any of the plants recover either.
My grandparents/landlords came to visit. I never know when they are landlords or grandparents, there is never a line drawn. They morph from one to the other at the blink of an eye. Anyway, they came by to tell us they had a car for us, but we have to wait for the paperwork before we got it. I don't know how to take this because they have never given anything without a string attached a mile long. There is a cost to it, we just have to wait and find out what, even if it were given for less than a dime, it will end up costing us a mint in troubles. I do love my grandparents, but they act like jackals all the time attacking the weaker family members at every turn, but they are who the Lord gave me as family, I should be happy I still have them. It's hard though.
They also said if we clean up hickville they'd bring a working washing machine. I come by it naturally, I was raised by pack rats of the worst kind. My grandparents came out of the depression and they never throw anything away. They always find a use for it. Our house and yard reflects being raised by them. Half of our yard is full of my uncle's junk, the other half ours. I admit we do need to clean up the yard, it does look like a bunch of yokels live here, which isn't too far from the truth.
I found a hole in the wall across from the old washing machine today, they are supposed to be bringing a new one, I can imagine the tongue lashing I'll get for that one. It was caused by part of the dryer. I know it will get better, but I don't know how worse it could get. I do know, I could be like my brother and living in a homeless shelter in Portland with his wife and son. I've been homeless before, I guess if I had to we could do it again. I pray that we find mercy soon, not that we deserve it, but it would be nice.
