The Best Laid Plans
March 28, 2008
Well, as they say, the best laid plans of rodents and humans. . . or something like that.
Despite my own best laid plans for quinoa today, I am myself laid up. . . with a pulled back. And though I’ve had a bad back for years and thought I was used to the inconvenience it can bring, yesterday morning I swear I heard an audible *SNAP!* as I leaned over to refill The Girls’ water bowls (yep, something as simple as that can throw it out).
Well, this time, it’s a real doozy. According to the physiotherapist, at least 4-5 days’ worth of doozy.
[“Mum, why are you still in bed, and when are you getting up? What do you mean, you still need this blanket?”]
So I apologize, but I won’t be posting about the remainder of the quinoa recipes I had in mind until next week; I wasn’t able to get to the store to pick up ingredients, and there’s no chance of me cooking over the next few days (I can barely sit at the computer, let alone stand for any length of time). Lucky for me the HH is picking up the slack by taking care of The Girls and preparing dinners (no, he hasn’t suddenly decided to take up cooking; but he does throw together a mean defrost).
[“When will Dad be home? When???”]
I’ll pick up again next week and regale you with multiple quinoa yummies, I promise. In the meantime, I’ll start looking through my photo files and see if there’s anything good I can share until the back heals.
For some reason, I keep thinking of a line from the Eugene O’Neill play, The Emperor Jones. At one point, the Emperor implores, “Feets, do your duty!”. And I say, “Back, do your duty!” (except it’s more like, “painkillers, do YOUR duty”).
And now, back to bed. . . .
[“Okay, Chaser, he’s coming! Now we can finally get outside. . . “]