My favorite farmer bought a 21# turkey for the five of us to enjoy at Thanksgiving. My daughters were quick to point out that it was a bit silly for him to provide us with 4.2# of turkey per family member.
In typical “Matt fashion”, he smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and stuffed his prized bird…
As you might guess, we had plenty of left over fowl after our Thanksgiving meal. I try to not waste food, so we have been eating a variety of turkey dishes since the initial feast. I grew up on homemade “chicken tetrazzini”, so one night last week I amended the dish with the plan of using up the leftover turkey.
I put together a nice cream sauce with cheese and white wine, boiled some homemade noodles that were a gift from a friend; and threw the casserole into the oven to bake just before I headed back to town to get the blondes at gymnastics.
Forty five minutes later, I served the casserole and noticed that Ashley Grace was picking through it with a strange look on her face.
“Mom, did you put the turkey in the casserole?”
This question was followed by a chorus of laughter as my favorite farmer struggled to not shake with mirth…I could have cried (literally), but I decided that joining in the laughter was a healthier choice.
The next day, Matt dropped a page of notes of my desk at the office with two sets of numbers listed on the top:
I looked up and innocently asked, “What does 3000/500 mean?”
He replied, “According to Dr. David Kohl from Virginia Tech University, human mental, emotional and physical fitness are disrupted when an individual spends more than 3000 hours per year working and more than 500 hours in volunteer service.” Silence ensued as he looked at me with a thoughtful, albeit omniscient expression on his face.
We both knew that I failed both of these parameters, so arguing seemed pointless…
I push myself hard – I always have – but the last 5 years have seen a huge increase in the number of volunteer hours personally given without a balancing decrease in the number of hours worked for pay.
The result —
I feel compelled to mention that I was also 15 minutes late picking Karyn up for school earlier that day because I lost track of time at the office — And, I also forgot to get on a scheduled conference call for the BQA National Advisory Board.
It appears that my favorite farmer has compelling evidence to prove his point.
Until then, bear with me as I find my way.