These gatherings are great for lots of reasons.  One is I get to observe all sorts of things about my sisters that either:

1. I wasn’t around for for 25 years to share in.
2. I never noticed before.

I thought I’d share a few of those observations today.  We’ll be in the kitchen(s) since that is where we hang a lot of the time.  So, come on with me as we explore and learn.

My kitchen is fairly small. I’ve got a limited amount of cabinet space which means there’s a limited amount of stuff to store in addition to limited amount of space I have to store something in or to lose something in.

On the other hand, Deb’s kitchen has probably 4x the amount of cabinet space I have and probably 10x the amount of stuff in her kitchen than I do.

In between Deb and me, is Shari.  She’s probably got 2x the cabinet space I do and probably 4-5x the amount of stuff.

This “stuff” I’m referring to is all the normal things like plates, cups, glasses, bowls, then the cool things like different type cutting boards, various/miscellaneous/extraneous cooking and baking implements and containers…more stuff to lose and at least twice the space to lose it in.

And of course, in Deb’s house, she’s got the high tech Mr. Gadget Guy, so she’s probably got 5 different devices to unscrew caps off bottles, 10 different spatula’s for flipping eggs, wooden spoons in a variety of sizes and shapes, good silverware. plastic silverware, cheap A## forks, chop sticks, a variety of temperature devices, at least 4 different chopper. grinder, processor devices, etc.

Sometimes when I go to Deb’s, I cruise the cabinets and drawers just to see what’s new in kitchen gadgetry. And of course with all those cools spaces to store, and the multitude of things to store, there’s PLENTY of room to lose things in.

On the downside of this fascination I have with checking out my sister’s kitchen stuff, since I’ve been designated as official cleaner up’er, Ive gotten myself in trouble in the past for putting things up where I thought they belonged (meaning it seemed logical to me), but not where they REALLY belonged.

Over time I’ve worked to cure myself of the compulsion to put away the things I wash.  However, the more frequent the visits, the more I get to think I know my way around and start to get a knack for what goes where.

But… that doesn’t mean everything always gets put back where it should. AND in my own defense, I’m not always the only one putting stuff up. AND  I’ve also noticed that I do more and more things without thinking about them (on auto-pilot, so to speak), which I suspect my sisters do too… sooooooooooooooo

All this is leading up to the most recent mystery  Where’s the glass lid for the blue pot. I had to chuckle when I received the email from Shari a few days ago with a “call out.”

I have been unable to find the glass lid to my small blue pot since our last get-together. Do either of you recall putting it away?

Which, by the way, I thought was totally hilarious.  Neither Deb nor Shari let me use too many pots and pans, so I’m not even sure what it looks like, this small blue pot. But evidently Deb used it when she made caramel for the donuts which also means I got to have a lick out of the pot and probably washed it too.

YIKES!/ None of us are just too sure when the lid was last seen.

It’s somewhat critical, I gather, since Clay is home this week. When I spoke with Shari this morning, she said he’s finding it challenging to make his oatmeal without the lid to the [evidently] favorite/perfect oatmeal cooking pot.

Even though both Deb and I had already responded via emails to say we neither one knew where the mysterious, missing lid might be, I confessed this morning on the phone.

I’m obviously a kleptomaniac with a poor memory and brought the lid home as a keepsake to remind me of her.

Have a lid?.. any lid ?

XOXOXOXOXO
Til the next time!

PS: there’s a bigger lesson here. We should be doing these gatherings at my house where there’s little room to lose stuff.

You’re never too young or too old !!  So…

Live Every Moment,
Love Beyond Words,
Laugh Everyday,

~Jennifer