We have lived in Seattle for over a month now, and although we are mostly settled, there a few things that I haven't used since we moved in. Last week I was planning to make my mother-in-law's famous recipe "Pork chops with mushroom soup", but when I went to find my Crock Pot, it was no where to be found. I looked in every cupboard in our small kitchen, but I just couldn't remember where I had placed this slow cooking machine. I convinced myself that it was probably just in a box in storage and decided to cook something else. When I got home from work that night I sent Jason to look in storage and...nothing. He came back empty handed! Then we went down together, (because of course I didn't believe him that he couldn't find it) and...nothing. Now, those of you who know me well know that I can become a bit obsessive (ok that's an understatement) about lost items. I began frantically looking everywhere in our 650 sq. ft. apartment. I even called my mother-in-law, hoping that since she helped unpack my kitchen, she might remember where we had put the Crock Pot...nothing! My memory wasn't any help either...my mind had placed that thing in ten different places! After taking every last box out of our neatly organized storage, I finally gave up on ever finding the object that proves "the best things in life take time." Jason and I made up extravagant stories about the individual that must have "stolen" our Crock Pot, but I knew I would only feel better if we bought a new one. Two stores and forty dollars later, we owned a brand new steel and sleek black Rival Crock Pot. It works great, by the way.
That brings me to this evening...Jason and I went down to our storage to get a couple of books that are living in a box that is "just books and nothing else." As Jason is digging through the mound of books he starts to laugh. "Here's the Crock Pot," he said. Buried underneath all the books, was my old flower-covered Slow Cooker. There it was in the box we were positive was "only books." We had a good laugh realizing that even if you think you have looked everywhere, there is always one more place.
If the best things in life take time, I have learned my lesson. If I hadn't been so hasty to fix my problem and had just waited a few days, I would have found my trusty Crock Pot. Now I own two! Let this be a lesson to my obsessive compulsive behavior. Crock Pots can teach us a lot about patience!
3 comments:
Hi Mandy - oh the joy of cooking in a crock pot! How I enjoyed your story - I'm still looking for our blender from our last move, that was over 10 years ago. Perhaps, I'll check the bookshelves! I'm glad you are settling into your new area and meeting some new friends. I think of you often and miss seeing you on Sunday. Take care.
I find the same thing; I'll be looking for something I just had, I know I just had it and now can't find it, and it's very frustrating and such a waste of precious time! Then, in a moment of doing something else, having given up on the search, there it will be! Right in front of me! How does that happen anyway????
It is so good to read from both you and Jason's blog. It's an exciting time and I am so glad that you allow us to live vicariously through the two of you.
So much going on here; I know that you would be excited for the changes that are happening. You both have left an indelible impact on our lives, personally and as a community of faith! We miss you and pray all the time for your continued walk with God.
haha i miss you
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