“I bought a big bag of potatoes and it’s growing eyes like crazy. Other foods rot. Potatoes want to see.”

My neighbor is taking her citizenship test tomorrow. She is a bundle of nerves even though she knows all the book answers and speaks good English. Her only speaking problem is the agreement of subject and verb, especially has and have, which throws her off every time. Nicee had only one question for me today which was how to pronoun Eisenhower. After a couple of run throughs I told Nicee no more studying: take the day off today and enjoy yourself. I know she won’t.

February is usually our snowiest month so I’m in a wait and see holding pattern. Today’s 51˚ could be a smokescreen for a blizzard. I am skeptical of a warm winter’s day. Something has to be afoot.

February is a month of expectations. Valentine’s Day is close and February vacation is not long after. When I was a teacher, I just hung around the cape or took day trips over the bridge. The joy of the week was in not using an alarm clock, staying up late and having no papers to correct or plans to make. During vacation when I was a kid our daytime plans depended upon the weather. A day like today meant bike riding all over town which gave us such a sense of freedom. We could ride anywhere we wanted, and bulky clothes were gone for the day. I could freely move my arms and legs, and my clothes didn’t make a swishing noise. If we had snow, we sledded until our lips turned blue. The actual bed time was arbitrary but mostly later than usual. Lunch was catch as catch can. Mostly it was a sandwich grabbed on the run. The week always went quickly.

There are a slew of things I never saw my mother do. She cleaned and did washing when I was in school though I do remember her taking dry clothes off the outside lines. When I left for school, my bed was messy. When I came home, it was neatly made. I figure my mother must have taken a bath at some point but I never saw her take one. The only task I was around to see was my mother making dinner. She was always peeling potatoes, endless bags of potatoes, or so it seemed to to me.

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12 Comments on ““I bought a big bag of potatoes and it’s growing eyes like crazy. Other foods rot. Potatoes want to see.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    The storm is passing by at the moment but I’m not noticing much of it since my neighbors cottage and garage takes almost all wind, I barely hear the roaring from it. Sometime snowfall and sometimes showers, I do hope the snow will be gone by tomorrow because the drive home was anything but fun.

    I do miss the Febryary vacation, or sports vacation as it is called here. I do have a couple of vacation days to spend but I was thinking I would use them around easter instead, hopefully it will be much warmer by then.

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      We had a warm day today and it will be a warm evening with 41˚ being the low.

      I also hope your snow will be gone by tomorrow. Driving in snow can be treacherous especially if the road gets icy. The worst is when it snows then rains then it all freezes. I don’t eve want to walk to get my paper on days like that.

      There is also a vacation for a week in April. You just have to make it through March when there are no days off from school.

      I agree-better weather in April.

  2. Hedley Says:

    My view of February is very straight forward – never make a life changing decision in February

  3. sprite Says:

    Good luck to your neighbor. I’m rooting for her!

  4. Bob Says:

    Today was not as warm as yesterday and the temperature only got to 70 degrees. February in North Texas is usually wetter than January which means a greater chance of snow. Although we don’t get much of the white stuff it paralyzes the city. A cold front should pass by tonight and drop tomorrow’s high temperature down to the 50s but there’s no forecast of precipitation.

    When I was a kid my mother took care of the housework while I was in school. When we lived in Dallas in the 1950s my mother had a black lady come to our house once a week to help her with the cleaning. My mother would provide her with lunch, which my mother ate with her in the kitchen, and drive her the couple of blocks to the bus stop. In those days of segregation all the black people lived in South Dallas and rode in the back of the bus to clean white people’s homes. Having moved from NYC my parents treated everyone equally and the only black people I knew were our cleaning ladies. I threw this in because February is black history month.

    When I think back to my mother preparing dinner I’m struck by how much food she prepared from scratch while today we have so many choices of prepared foods. Unfortunately, instant potatoes taste like crap so we still have to peal spuds.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      It was a really nice day here. It was in the 50’s and may have gotten as high as 60˚ in Boston. I think we’re to have a couple more nice days, before it gets cold again.

      I didn’t know anyone who had help. I didn’t even know the word could mean a person. My long ago roommate and I used to clean on Saturdays. We decided we wouldn’t waste our Saturdays any more so we had a cleaning lady come every two weeks. When I bought my own house, I couldn’t afford help so I cleaned the house myself. A few years later I could hire a house cleaner every two weeks. Even though I am retired, I still have her.

      Pretty much everything back then was made from scratch except Campbell’s soups. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted instant potatoes and now I won’t. I like to cook though I haven’t cooked as much lately. I am always a scratch cook, but I will take shortcuts and buy already chopped onions or peppers or whatever else I found. I am not a fan of peeling potatoes.

  5. Birgit Says:

    Good luck for Nicee!

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Birgit.

      She’ll do great unless her nerves get into the way. She is afraid of blanking out and not remembering. I think she will remember.


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