The Equuschick shall only ever truly be a superior blogger when she hires a secretary. Or perhaps a house-keeper?
You see, what she did all Friday was clean the house, yes thank-you very much, even up the point of organizing the children’s room. (Closet and everything.) At about 6:30 pm, had there been a fly on the wall he would have heard The Equuschick’s startling, despairing cry of “TODAY IS FRIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!” But by then, she was getting dressed to go to the movies with Shasta and there wasn’t time to pop in.(Last night out before he starts school again on Monday, and all that.)
She would love to tell you that she watched something very intelligent and brainy, like say Temple Grandin, but this wouldn’t technically be true. (Good movie, though.)
She went to see Red 2 at the $4 theatre. And so, the dear readers suffered. (Or maybe you didn’t suffer. Maybe you shrugged your shoulders and went on about your day with a mocha, and promptly forgot all about The Equuschick and her scattered-brained ways. That’s ok too. The Equuschick shall only cry a little bit.)
But if perchance, you were suffering through the day with your own Busybrain and aching for a little bloggy sympathy, rest assured that The Equuschick was with you in spirit.
In addition to house-cleaning, on Friday The Equuschick had this bright idea that she should make banana blueberry bread with the children, using the fresh berries they’d picked themselves at the Upick farm. A truly touching idea, no? It would be such fun.
She had purchased the bananas (on sale, .38 a lb) the day before and informed the Dread Pirate Grasshopper of her intentions and he was truly delighted. He thought the whole plan was just grand.
Until on Friday, at 4:00 pm, when he was slicing bananas to be pureed into bread. And his banana broke.
You all know what happened next. Weeping, wailing, despair. “My BANANA BROOOOOOOOOOOOOKE! I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED ANOTHER BANANA! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEE GET ME ANOTHER BANANA!” Sobbing and screeching. And it didn’t matter how many times The Equuschick explained that this was the last banana, or that it was perfectly fine to break a banana that was about to be pureed into mush anyway, he remained a mass of hysteria.
Fortunately, or so The Equuschick thought then, the phone rang just then in the midst of a pause between the squalls, and The Equuschick was able to answer it and escape to the bathroom, promising the DPG that he could break in an egg on her return.
She did return, two to four minutes later. To discover that while the Dread Pirate Grasshopper had been waiting patiently to crack his promised egg, the Ladybug had displayed some remarkable initiative in the form of opening the egg carton herself and cracking egg after egg after egg, with the speed and skill of a professional, into the batter. (She’s only 2. The Equuschick can’t crack eggs that quickly and perfectly.) The result of all this initiative was that a recipe that had called for one egg only now had, as best as The Equuschick could estimate, approximately 3 to 4 eggs. And the Dread Pirate Grasshopper hadn’t cracked a single one of them, and he was not best pleased.
The bread was finished, the bread was baked. Very eggy and stiff, it was. The Equuschick called it the Ladybug’s High Protein Version.
So that was The Equuschick’s Friday.
Do not fear, dear readers. This is not the end. The Equuschick feels that her own conduct in the past as not been reliable enough for her to risk a promise of a post this Friday, but there will be another Brainy Fridays post, and she shall call it: Body, Brain, & Soul, and it shall center around the very deep need all Busybrains and Calmbrains have for some serious, hard-core, work-up-a-sweat, outdoor time. If the body needs it, the brain does too.