Our first guest came by today: Rick! And I'm happy about it, probably because I haven't had much time to see anyone else lately. Every three days or so I go into town, but only to buy another pack of seeds like Jack asked, or a cookie from the Bakery (because even I can't eat what I make at home... and Jack is NOT supposed to know I go to the Bakery when I'm starving). Anyway, Rick was showing us a new invention he was working on. It's supposed to transport crops, but this one, sadly, is also unsuccessful. I find it sweet the way Jack listens to all Rick's problems, but I don't think my cousin realizes he's the only one who's knowledgeable enough on the scientific stuff to have any hope of fixing his projects.
Last night I finally got Jack to realize I have a real problem with this cooking thing. I admitted that I hate it, I try avoiding it for as long as I possibly can during the day, and when the time comes for me to get something together, I panic and then I just mope for the rest of the time. Then I asked him how in the world he could come home at six every night to find a complete abomination on the table and think everything's perfectly alright.
As it turns out, he really doesn't care at all! I cried, and he rubbed my shoulders and told me that it doesn't really matter. He said he married me because I am a joy to him, and that he would try to eat rocks and poisonous mushrooms if I cooked them. And then he said that a woman who tries that hard just for him is the best wife in the whole world.
I love Jack.
But what he said doesn't mean I shouldn't try hard. He wouldn't listen, but I promised him I would improve anyway, even if it took me forever. So today, I'm making stuffed omelets. I remember watching my brother making them before, so all I really need is good luck!
Ann