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Strawberries are on sale at Aldi this week for 99¢. I HAD to have some.
I went grocery shopping last weekend, before this sale started, so I couldn’t justify another trip to Aldi.
Fortunately, I had an appointment on Wade Hampton yesterday, close enough to the Aldi that I could justify stopping in for the 99¢ strawberries. And the $1.49 pineapples. And the $1.69 bags of grapefruit. After the appointment, I headed over to Aldi in eager anticipation. (more…)
I got up a few minutes early this morning so that I would have time to put a roast in the Crock Pot before getting ready for church. As I prepared the meat, potatoes and carrots, I thought about how fortunate I am to be able to sit down for a nice Sunday dinner with my husband.
I started the Crock Pot on high, making a mental note to turn it to low before leaving for church.
Then I smiled, and remembered something else (or rather, someone else) to be thankful for.
I smiled because I remembered a Sunday morning approximately fifteen years ago. Fifteen, because I figure I must have been about ten, and my younger sister about five.
My mom was similarly preparing a roast for Sunday dinner, and she asked us to remind her to turn it to low before we left for church.
I’m not sure who invented the song. Maybe it was me. But my sister took it and ran with it. Or rather, sang it.
and over again.
“Turn the Crock Pot to low!
Turn the Crock Pot to low-ow-ow-ow!
For if you don’t, your food will burn.
Turn the Crock Pot to low.”
After a half-dozen times through the song, I wanted some peace, so I asked the dear sister to stop singing. She didn’t.
I probably got nasty about it pretty quickly (I’m impatient like that). But my threats and attempted bodily harm were to no avail. The singing continued.
So I appealed to the higher power. Surely my Mom was getting tired of the song. I’ll never forget her answer, which is now a family classic.
“At least she’s happy!”
My sister smirked. And sang on. I seethed.
But this morning, as I started the roast, the song came back to me. And I was thankful, not only for the food, but for my sister. We’re much better friends now than we were back then! I’m thankful that God has put her (and my other two sisters, and parents) in my life.
And I have to admit, it was a catchy song.