Potatoes and ham.

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I put the potatoes to going an half hour before putting the ham in.  Ham is usually already cooked, right?  Well, I think so.  A local store set up ham production, just for Christmas, and other holidays, most likely.  I thought I would give them a shot.  I prefer local, for such things, if at all possible.

Spiral cut, boneless.  Boneless potatoes too.  :p  If things work out, I should have a fine meal in about half an hour or a little less.  Just half the ham went in.  I should have bought less, but... the holiday spirit was pushing me along, so clarity was not a part of it.

I still remember folk from the shopping.  A woman, with a special needs daughter.  But dressed nicely, both.  The mother was talking to me, suggesting the crowd and such was difficult.  I only had time to nod, as I had people on six sides of me.  And I was trying to... not step on anyone, or anything.  Being my size, in a crowded environment, is difficult.  I wish I had not been so crowded, I had wanted to speak.  She looked like she could use just a kind word.  I was being crowded, had to watch everywhere at once.  A nod and smile was as good as I could do.

I also remember a woman who was in as much of a rush as I was.  But... as may have been mentioned, the line ahead of me, just in a main thoroughfare aisle, started slowing.  The other side had oncoming, so that wasn't possible.  Seeing her reminded me that I... wasn't going to get anywhere fast either.  Nothing to do for it.  So, I let her pass me, then just really relaxed.

I could have been angry with her, but I am quite sure she had family, friends, and dinner waiting on her.  I could see it.  I've had mothers, and seen that look... and some women, when a particular lady friend was the cook.  Well, and when I was the cook, and had forgotten a few things, or... someone *cough* had used things which were set aside.  Labeled, called, or not.  Things happen.  I just said a little prayer that she could find... peace in there somewhere.

So focused she couldn't see.  But... for her difficulty, I was able to find a moment of peace, and calm a bit.  Gifts we give aren't always as they seem, even meant in the reality of the moment.  But... accepted, with gratitude, even if never spoken.  Women may think themselves slaves.  But that isn't the thing.  Man, woman, cook, tailor, cleaner, or whatnot?  Service is a grace.  As I have suggested, when I can't act as a good son, or servant, I will be a slave to God's will.  Humbling?  I think that, sometimes, is the point.  But not the intention of those being served?  Or such.

Not terribly hungry.  It is more that I do believe I should eat.  Though, there is a hunger.  More a want, than a need?  Can't be certain, but I think so.  Having a fatted coffee, too.  It is going down better, no nausea this time.  Plenty of butter, and sour cream, with a potato.  Helps with nausea, strangely.

Later.