I always use adaptability in all that I do, as adaptability is the one thing that keeps me from going completely insane and taking everyone around with me! It’s one of my core skills. You see I find my life (maybe yours is the same too) is dotted with batches of unpredictable events. Some hilarious, some very sad, some remarkably joyful and others I just use the letters WTF! More often than not I can seem very puzzling to the onlooker, especially when events go from one extreme to the other in a very short time and I cope by assuming a stoic look.
Take for instance just a few (not all) of the things that has happened this week:
A few days back, I did a Skill Share presenting ancient grains, seeds and some premade batter for injera (it takes 3 days to ferment). I did make a few plans to help others make sweet potato roti (I always call doti) breads and lahoh, from scratch. However, on arrival to the kitchens, I found there were no frying pans! I had mentioned adaptability earlier about the flour choice, so it also came into play for the utensils. I’d brought oil with me, so we used the heavy duty roasting pans (which took an age to wash up after). So there was no panic see, and it ended up being an enjoyable evening making things to have a taste of, with some happily taking some mishmash roti breads and some lahoh dough to try cooking when they got home.
Warning: This part goes a different way! With no prep the next day, myself and my lovely daughter had to adapt to the horrors and the honour to be with our beloved old pony whispering to him as a kind professional young vet came and compassionately put him under anaesthetic and then when he was under, an overdose to put him down. Our beloved was unpredictably suffering and now thankfully he can never suffer ever again.
Then of course the next day after that comes. Our beloved’s beautiful body has to be discarded and I was told by my vet that I wouldn’t have to stay. Yet when the “One who has lost some connections with sentient beings” (probably due to his bloody shitty job) came, he made it out that it wasn’t the case. I had to adapt to get the job done and offer to help pull our beloved’s body out of the stable myself with my son. The man flipped the body over like it was nothing and like it was what he does all the time, got the body out of the stable within seconds on his own. Therefore I started to assume things and decided NOT to pursue this line of thought, but I’m still working on that! Then of course, as I drove home the car suddenly sounded like a tractor/motorbike and the exhaust had detached itself from the manifold. So I parked up, got a lift home and on the way popped in a pub I don’t normally frequent and had a one song, dance off with some sweet person who likes Steps (yes I was completely sober and yes I will dance at the drop of a hat to most things). One extreme to t’other!
The weekend came and went. I drove the car to the mechanic sounding like a tractor/motorbike; someone came and dug up a 6foot tree they wanted, but this time I didn’t offer to help; I ate a lovely vegan roast…
It’s Monday and apart from my pushbike, I’ve now to work out transport to get to my car, where I placed her in the hands of a friend who is a mechanic. I will adapt.
This is NOT an exclusive list of shit things happened /happening, but because somethings are NOT truly my business, I obviously won’t share them.