Of legos and lawsuits

People can get money from restaurants for spilling hot coffee on themselves, so why can't aggrieved parents seek redress for injuries sustained whilst stepping on small building blocks with bare feet?

There are jobs and then there are jobs

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" It was an innocent enough question, small talk really, it was the answer that was complicated.  I was at a medical conference fulfilling my continuing education requirements for licensure and it was my first time 'back' in that world since losing my job.  All around me were professional career people chatting about on call and full caseloads, working long hours in all weather.  That used to be me, and I really don't miss it.  I was a slave to my phone, it would ring at all hours and I'd be expected to go out and fix something, no matter the weather, family obligations, or hour of the day, regardless of sleep.  I missed the entire first year of my son's life; I had pneumonia one winter and refused to take time off work to go to the doctor or even go to bed, my job was too important.  I was an idiot!

I do work very part time, but my professional career is no longer my main 'job,' and I didn't expect the young lady with whom I was conversing to understand that.  How do you explain to a room full of professional career people that you gave it all up to stay at home with your kids and that your husband's career actually involves the whole family?  The first day of the conference was Sunday and I had actually planned to skip church and go that morning, but our musically talented people would all be gone so I ended up going to church and leaving right after I finished singing.  Nothing like leading worship and then dashing off to a medical conference!  Just another day in the life of a pastor's wife.  No, she wouldn't understand.  I gave some vague answer as the last session finished up and went home to attend to my real job, even if I don't get paid for it.

Sourdough Waffles (Figgins Strikes Back)

The great and lengthy search ended at last: I found a waffle maker at a garage sale.  I'm not a huge waffle fan (having mostly eaten those horrid frozen ones) nor am I fond of appliances that just sit in the pantry and molder, but I now have the space and my husband likes them, so did I set forth upon my quest.  Once the appropriate device was procured, I had to find a recipe and that's when I noticed poor, forgotten Figgins perched disconsolately on the counter.  It has been a while since we had a good sourdough recipe, so why not?  The first batch turned out fabulous and made enough waffles to feed three waffle devouring maniacs with batter to spare (who knew I'd be a waffle fan?).  I refrigerated it overnight and the next batch was not near so good.  It would probably be best to make them all at once and freeze the leftovers.

1 3/4 cup flour
2 tbsp sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt

2 eggs
1 1/2 cup milk
1 cup sweet sourdough starter
1/2 cup oil or butter
1 tsp vanilla

Mix dry ingredients in one large bowl and moist ingredients in another.  Make a well in the center of the dry ingredients and add mixed moist ingredients, stir just until combined and bake in a preheated waffle maker according to manufacturer's directions.