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Crappy Cable, Washing Dishes and Polenta

Today I finally feel the weight of a 2 week vacation fully upon me.............I need a vacation from my vacation.  I have washed dishes so often I feel like I am attached to the sink.  Seriously.  I have washed my large cast iron skillet an average of twice daily.  Similarly, if I don't wash my crockpot again for a while, I will not be sad.

I had so many lofty plans for my vacation:  reading, jewelry making, sewing, etc.  About the only thing I did accomplish was to try out several gluten free flours for some baking.

Crappy cable is truly a rampant virus.  Of all the channels we have, nothing is of any value save TCM and the Hallmark Channel.  I could delete almost all the channels in the lineup and not miss a thing.  Even standards like the Macy's Parade and Dick Clark's Rocking New Year's Eve are so full of commercial breaks and cuts to other venues that someone ends up watching alot of garbage in the middle.  I am nostalgic for something earlier.  Classic cable and older movies are the only things that hold interest for me.   Luckily, I have a DVR and internet so that I can tailor my tv watching.

But then this morning, Hallmark Channel's "Home and Family" had a kitchen segment on Polenta.  I consider myself fairly well versed in the kitchen area, so my interest was piqued.  I took a hard look at the prepared dish, and I swear a part of me wanted to scream, "Seriously?"  Here was this LA chef about to share a recipe for Polenta.  Now, others may already know what Polenta is, but I had not heard of it.  The reason for that is so so so so simple.  I have heard of it.  In the south, we call it GRITS.

Taking Brad Paisley's advice, I just had to write something.  I can feel a restlessness.  It's time for me to re-think the direction of my life.  It's been a while since I've taken time to deeply ponder this topic.  I have relied on God's guidance so heavily in the last few years with all the struggles with my daughters, and I can hear that voice inside telling me to breathe and just be still.  Instead of trying to find some reason behind today's restlessness, I turn it to God instead and spend time on my daily devotion.

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