Another in a string of listlessly chilled and rain soaked days joined end by end forming a week of same.
I awoke with an idea to create and build my first Oregon metal hanging mobile.
I watched a few online videos for refresher and ideas until the serious want of spaghetti overwhelmed and dulled all other ideas and senses.
I had the strong spaghetti thought yesterday on my return trip from visiting a lumberjack new friend in Eugene.
I dismissed the thought thinking it would abate and drown in some dark corner, recess of my large and spacious mind.
Failure.
The morning simply reawakened and strengthened the idea.
I hadn't cooked spaghetti in months, probably over two years.
What suddenly, irrevocably possessed me to the point of cravings so strong they could not be ignored?
Seasonal change? The stage of the moon?
A long lost childhood memory of the rare decent, tasty meals?
I ended up going to three different stores because spaghetti ingredients reminded me of the beef brat on a bun idea, I also had this week.
A simple trip for four ingredients, a mushroom, burger, spaghetti sauce and pasta turned into a 40 dollar foray of forage.
I cooked spaghetti squash, too, after about 5 minutes of standing in the vegetable aisle working to ascertain whether to buy one or not. They aren't cheap at about 5 dollars apiece.
It's 530pm. I cooked and prepared my meals for today and further days this week are nestled in the freezer.
Some days, it's all about hunting and gathering and preparing.
