Good Saturday morning! Thank you for joining me. Get out of the snow and come in to the warmth and let’s get some drinks! Coffee? Tea?
I am out of ginger and ginger teabags, so if you want tea, I only have a sencha/matcha blend teabags which isn’t that bad. It’s got a pretty aroma, smells like roasted tea leaves.
If we were having hot drinks, I would tell you I was going to go hiking but the white stuff came. I’m talking about snow. Seriously, where is the spring-like weather from a week ago?! It’s like a week ago, it was spring and then winter took over again. This week has been rainy, snowy, and cloudy. The most beautiful day was yesterday, for most of the day anyway.
My hiking buddy asked if I can make a hike today. I told him, “depends on the weather.”
If we were having hot drinks, I would tell you the single thing that made me smile this week was seeing my tomato seedlings emerge. I planted 16 tomatoes seeds about 10 days ago. On Thursday, three of the sixteen plants emerged and today, two more emerged. I wonder whether the remaining seeds died or just being lazy. I shared the pictures with my relatives and friends in China and one of them asked why I was doing this kind of thing.
Well, it calms me, that’s why. I feel like the only time I feel right (sane) is when I’m doing hands-on stuff like baking, cooking, and gardening. The other times, I feel anxious, nervous, and/or sad.
If we were having hot drinks, I would tell you my week has been pretty miserable. There wasn’t a night when my mom didn’t come home criticizing me and it’s always about the same things – about having no dinner, how the house is not clean, and about me not working. This is making me feel so miserable, angry, helpless, and sure makes me want to punch something.
I don’t know what to do. I mean, I tried cooking her dinner but she liked nothing I cooked. I made slow-cooked ribs last weekend and she said it was like eating sand-paper. I made her favorite coconut macaroons and she said they were much too sweet.
As for the cleaning, I clean everyday. I love to cook but she’s the reason I don’t want to cook and bake because the kitchen will not be the way she wants it even though I do wipe everything after.
*sigh* She has ridiculous standards, which I doubt anyone can satisfy.
If we were having hot drinks, I would thank you for joining me this weekend and hope to see you again next weekend.