Charlyn’s Web

Or not.

I think to myself- “I’ll put this someplace where I will not lose it and it’ll be safe.”

It’s really a guarantee that I’ll never find it again.

I hardly ever goof up a recipe. But a few weeks ago I was making a recipe that I was familiar with, which means I didn’t look at the instructions as closely as I should have, and mixed the filling with some of the topping ingredients. Had to throw a bunch of really sweet cream cheese away. Then I made some custard from a powder (It’s something that is not found here but is popular in Australia and Brittan.) I misread the instructions and put in two TEAspoons instead of TABLE spoons. I thought it seemed really runny, checked the box again and smacked my forehead. So I stirred in two tablespoons more- making it not only thin but lumpy. To really boost my confidence I made a blackberry pie for the family. My Mom is really the pie maker in the family and I have been shy about even trying to follow in her footsteps. I have been trying to avoid trans fats so have been making my crust with oil. I decided it wasn’t worth the hassle and made it with shortening this time. I noted to myself that the shortening was low and would need more before making another pie. The pie turned out nicely, by the way. Bolstered by this, I decided to make a blueberry pie from the bounty we brought home from my parents for the Church Pot luck. KJ helped put the sugar on the berries and I measured out the flour and salt only to realize when I opened the shortening that there wasn’t enough. I knew that! Now what? I used butter instead and it seemed ok. I personally didn’t get to eat it as there was none left- I didn’t notice any in the garbage.

I am researching our family history. I have much of the research that my Grandfather did many years ago. I was looking for something in particular but couldn’t remember where I had seen it. I looked through all the papers, all the branches of the family more than once trying to find it. I KNEW it was around somewhere. Finally, after a cousin sent me a copy she had, I found it in a folder on the computer. It was already scanned, not in paper form. Probably my Mom has the original. I knew it had to be here SOMEWHERE but could I remember? NO!

Brett askes me to fill the hummingbird feeders or to turn off water before he goes to work. Hours later, or when he comes home from work he sees that I haven’t done it. Once, I left the soaker house on out front for the whole day. Complete blank on my part. Oh yeah, I guess he did ask that.

I wish the black holes in my brain would fill up. They suck information down into them with their strong gravitational pull and it’s never to be seen again. I don’t understand how things can completely disappear. I can remember some things so clearly- I remember holding the piece of paper in my hand and thinking “I’ll put this here so that I don’t forget it in my pocket and wash it.” But where was that “here”? Darned if I know. Do you?