When life takes away lemons

I used to love lemons. They evoke long languid days in the Mediterranean sunshine, gin and tonic sipped at fancy events, lemon cakes and Thai curries. Now I no longer eat them due to reflux, and you would rarely find them in my fridge.

Lemons are just one of the items I no longer enjoy from the supermarket of life.

And until this week, there was a terrible uncertainty over what else was on the banned list. Now it is much clearer.

But back to fridges for a minute (and if you’re a long time reader you’ll know I bought a new fridge recently after the old one began leaking into the floor, the final straw after a long series of transgressions..)

The question is: what do you do with left over food: I know people who scrape every plate and tip the remaining contents of every serving dish into the bin straight after eating.

But what if you can’t get to the supermarket to stock up with all those lovely fresh ingredients?

What if money is tight?

If you have food allergies?

If you were brought up to be frugal, like me and put them all in little labelled bowls and boxes for later?

You see based on what I was told this week, there will be no trips for me to the fancy supermarket of life with aisles devoted to exotic holidays, fulfilling careers, trips to visit family, shiny new affordable homes, or girls weekends away.

The life I have now is apparently what I can expect for the foreseeable future, because the State trusts that I will not abandon the two disabled young adults in my care, no matter what.

I was trying to find a positive way to view this information when I thought of my fridge. As you do.

I thought about how I will be stuck with the leftovers of life, like the stuff in the fridge at home.

But that’s not as bad as it sounds. You see I always enjoyed the challenge of trying to make something tasty from an odd assortment of leftovers, so why not look at life the same way? Yes there’s a good chance I will never get to visit Paris or any of the other places on my bucket list, but I can visit everywhere within an hour or two of Dublin. That means city, country, mountains and sea. Can anyone really ask for more?

My disabled daughter and I share so many interests, while youngest is happy enough at home for short periods. Both are reasonably good sleepers right now, which makes a huge difference.

I can help other people online and in the real world, but I’m not going to kill myself trying to beat down the resistance to change here. I’m done with that.

I’m going to be more selfish, do more for me, stop saving for a rainy day – look outside, that day is here. I refuse to become just another downtrodden carer. You can keep your lemons, I’ll be making carrot cake instead…

10 thoughts on “When life takes away lemons

  1. Who needs Lemons? Sometimes the whole exotic supermarket of life ain’t all that in reality. There’s a lot to be said about one or two hours from Dublin and don’t we all love what we can cook up with the leftovers of life? You are truly amazing that you see the positives and can look forward to huge slices of carrot cake – which beats Lemon’s any day xxx

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