Yesterday I cooked a meal I couldn’t eat. That’s always disappointing.
I cut up a bunch of small potatoes to go in my Italian sausage sheet pan meal. Thawed frozen green beans were added at the end. I’d planned on eating this meal for days and then freezing the rest.
However after eating the Italian sausage I saw quickly what it was doing to my digestion (indigestion). So now I have this big casserole dish full of food and I can’t eat it.
I even tried it yesterday for both lunch and supper and heartburn loomed over me like a menacing thunderstorm.
Here’s the recipe from The Seasoned Mom if you can eat Italian sausage and not end up with terrible heartburn.
Then by evening my right hand had tightened up and was throbbing. Guess I overdid it on the chopping. My hand/fingers hurt terribly by evening and I could barely sleep because of it, even with my arthritis gloves on.
I called both my daughters to see if they wanted to come pick the meal up I couldn’t eat and serve it at their house. But both are too busy right now to deal with such things.
Kasi works with companies to figure out the best healthcare plans for their employees. This time of year is her busiest.
And Kendra, who was finishing up work on one flip house and planning to take 3 months off (never going to happen) has just taken on even more in the past couple of days.
Kendra’s Last Few Days:
In the space of about 24 hours she bought a duplex and a house for herself in the area she’d been searching for months. Before that there was nothing suitable on the market and she was getting antsy because she needs to move.
Now she will need to prepare to sell the 3 level house she is living in. There was a relationship break-up early this year and she was left with 3 floors to deal with on her own. Along with a big mortgage.
By yesterday she was a wreck worrying if she could pull all this off. But she really didn’t want to spend the holidays where, last year, the families had been blended together. (Certainly don’t blame her there.)
Kendra will be 47 in November, so she is wisely coming to the realization that stairs are not good on her back for the long haul.
She wanted a house that had at least 2 bedrooms (she can build on another as she did with one flip house earlier this year). And she wanted enough of a yard in back for a pool. She promised her daughter they’d have a pool at the next house.
Which she swears will be her forever house.
She’d been looking for 2 more rent houses and this duplex fit the bill perfectly, though there is a lot of work to be done.
Well, you have to spend money to make money. But it’s very scary to jump and not know exactly where you will land. (I sure couldn’t do it. The stress would eat me alive.)
But she’s a maverick and seems to thrive on uncertainty.
No Three Month Hiatus:
There of course will not be a 3 month hiatus for her to rest up, though she said every bone in her body hurts. But then I knew there never would be a 3 month hiatus and she was kidding herself even planning for it.
She can’t sit still two minutes, much less take off fixing up houses for three months. And that’s not to mention dealing with her other two rentals and selling real estate as well.
Now my younger daughter Kasi, who will be 42 in November, prefers to have a safe and routine work environment where nothing much changes. (She does not thrive on uncertainty, and neither do I.)
On the other hand Kendra seems to always end up with an influx of matters to deal with at all times. And I really don’t know if she’d ever be comfortable “playing it safe.”
A Meal I Couldn’t Eat:
Well, I wish someone was around to take this wonderful meal off my hands. There’s lots of it left and I know the neighbor won’t be able to eat that Italian sausage either.
I’m just glad I can baby my right hand today by not having anywhere I have to be. So I’m going to put on my hand/wrist brace as soon as I get this out there. I tried typing with it and it was quite frustrating.