I decided that I was going to just get used to being at home and painting and doing other homey things.
So today, I saw two very ripe bananas sitting on the microwave. I couldn't just let them go to the fruit flies, and I don't have compost bin. The only logical thing to do was make banana bread. Then the challenges began.
The butter was too cold to cream with sugar so I just left it in a bowl to get to room temperature. Then I decided it wouldn't hurt to put the sugar on top while it was waiting but then I got carried away. I measured flour and baking powder on top of the uncreamed butter and I hadn't even added the eggs yet. What was I to do? I considered dumping it all and starting over but thought better of it. I just let it sit, much like I did while I waited to hear about my job interview.
After a couple of hours, I decided to try again. I got out a whisk and a wooden spoon (don't have a hand mixer) and pulled the stick of butter aside and poured the flour and sugar into another bowl. I beat the butter and bananas together and added the eggs to that. I know the sugar should be in there too, but it was already in flour. I gradually mixed the flour/sugar in with wet mix until it looked like a wet dough. Things were looking up. When I put the dough/batter in the pan, I said a little prayer and put it in the deflicted oven and prayed a little more. I closed the oven door....
That's when the phone rang. It was the career college I had applied to and interviewed at the other day. Could it be?? Were they calling me for a job or to tell me I was not selected?
Woo Hoo! I have a job. I will be teaching psychology three days a week. I start Thursday.
The moral of the story?? I will let you all write one for me. I will take them to heart. I have learned some valuable lessons during this long time of unemployment (yes I know there are those who have had it worse.)
Oh, I guess you would like to know how the banana bread turned out? Check it out for yourself:
The Music Notes Are Back: You are listening to the Silhouettes singing "Get a Job," my mantra for the past four months. This is another song from the road trip 8 Track that my uncle used to play for us when we drove from New York to Disney World circa 1977. Some other great tunes included Nash Rambler and Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Polka Dot Bikini. Great times in the station wagon with 5 kids and 2 parents and no seat belts.