February 1, 2014
7:34 p.m.

This is day 3 of snow, and I gotta say: I'm over it. It's cold out there, friends. Cold. I saw a meme on Facebook today that said, "Whoever has been praying for snow--please stop now." That gave me a chuckle!

I gave up trying to sleep around 6 this morning and read for awhile, then took a shower and got up and started making preparations for chicken soup. When it comes to me and cooking, I'd better get cracking while I'm still in the mood, or I might change my mind and make a PBJ.

Hot chicken soup on a snowy day--yum! I changed it up a bit today, but as there is none left I will have to say my changes were a success. Every time I make something it's an experiment, anyway. I'm one of those "use whatever is in the cupboards" cooks. This method usually works out for me, but I will admit that there have been a few...um...interesting dishes over the years. Thank God, not too many!

I have no idea why I'm not a more invested cook. It's not that I can't do it--I'm actually pretty good at it. But with no kids in the house, I just can't get motivated to do it most of the time. It's just easier, faster, whatever-er to open a can or make a sandwich, or in my case, skip meals altogether.

Or else--gasp!--make the dreaded fast-food run.

I know better. I do. But...

When there are kids here, like my grandchildren, or a friend's children, I cook all day. Kids have to eat, and kids don't cook. Or if they do, they don't cook alone, at least not at my house. I will make messes in the kitchen all day if there are kids involved. But if you are old enough to cook, I'm going to let you do it.

Unless it's Thanksgiving. Or Christmas. Or Easter. Then--get outta my kitchen!

But, see, those are big family meal days, and when I get to feed lots of people, I like to cook.

So today was one of those rare days when I got up in the mood to cook and did it before I talked myself out of it.

It must have been the snow.



Someone sent me a link to an interview with Bill Mumy today. You remember him: Will Robinson on "Lost in Space." Of course I watched it and all the others I found at the link, because I was experiencing a total geek-out.

When "Lost in Space" debuted in 1965 I was five years old. I was immediately smitten with young Will Robinson. Not only was he a kid in space, he was a cute kid in space. A smart, cute kid in space. He knew his science, this kid. He could program a robot, for gosh sake. How could I not be smitten?

"Lost in Space didn't last nearly long enough on network television to suit me, and it's bugged me forever that they never made it home.

(You know--like Gilligan. But at least they had a couple of movies of the week that took them home and then back to the island. Resolution, folks.)

I'm still waiting for resolution. By now the Jupiter II should have made it back to earth, even if it meant a 60-year-old Will Robinson disembarking with the remaining family members. Right?

Oh, yeah. Today is Bill Mumy's birthday. He's 60. Happy Birthday, Bill!

True, they made a movie, and it was entertaining, but it resolved nothing. I'm still waiting for Will (Bill Mumy), Penny (Angela Cartwright), Maureen (June Lockhart) , Judy (Marta Kristin) and Don (Mark Goddard) to come home. We've lost John (Guy Williams) and Dr. Smith (Jonathan Harris) to the passage of time, sadly. Also both actors who brought the robot to life, Bob May (body) and Dick Tufeld (voice). But those are issues that can be addressed once the remaining Robinson family arrives back on earth.

Someone needs to get to work on this. We've also lost Irwin Allen...who owns the show now?

Um...anyone?

If I started a petition to bring the Robinson family home, do you think anyone would sign it?

Now that I think of it, Gilligan and company ended up back on that island. Ginger and Mary Ann are all alone now...

Dang.

Sometimes I think too much, ya know?

Time to go play some Candy Crush or something. Turn of the old thinker.

Good night!