Friday, 2 December 2016

If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. —Maya Angelou


Years ago, Keev and I joined five friends on a houseboat on the Trent Severn Waterway in Ontario. It was a week filled with eating and drinking, playing tourist and enjoying the quiet beauty of inlets along the river. One day, we awoke to rain splattering the bedroom window. A bit disappointed but undaunted, we headed out to join the others in the main living area. A typical laughter-filled breakfast started the day but, as the morning wore on, we saw no sign of the heavy rain stopping. That meant no walks, no lounging in the sun, no swimming. We grew quieter and felt a little down. That's when one of our friends announced, "I think it's a soup day!"

Now, that sentence in isolation sounds a bit odd. But, it was stated with such an air of confidence and expectation that we bought into it. Together we made soup and, while the weather remained the same, the mood lightened. Afterward, we curled up around the boat, napping, reading or chatting. And it felt cozy, not claustrophobic. All because our friend changed the tone by declaring it a soup day.

Soup has always been at the centre of my husband's life. In true French-Canadian style, he grew up with a pot of soup on the stove for his daily lunch. It's a tradition he loves, and we have now fallen into the routine of enjoying a noon-hour bowl of soup. And, none of that canned stuff. He makes it from scratch, and I look forward to his creations.

It has been a wetter fall than usual on the island. Not wanting our moods to reflect the gloom, we decided to have a pre-emptive soup "pick-me-up." But, since soup making is a regular occurrence in our house, we wanted to do something different. Recently, a friend in the neighbourhood had mentioned that she would like to try my husband's lentil soup. So, we brought the ingredients to her house. Keev made the soup while we watched. It was a wonderful afternoon of laughter and talk and, yes, wine. J

It poured that afternoon and we didn't care. We couldn't have been more content.

In life we often cannot control what happens to us, only how we respond. Our houseboat friend, wise beyond her years, understood that. When it rains in your life, choose to make it a soup day!

7 comments:

  1. I love soup days. I also love soup. Hubby isn't as much a fan as I am so I don't make it as often as I'd like. It's so true that we can only choose our response. There is so much that we can't control but we can always control ourselves.

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  2. Well, we can control ourselves most of the time. I have been known to overreact and lose control from time to time. ;0)

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  3. I've never done that. Nope, never.

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  4. There's nothing like a bowl of soup with a peanut butter sandwich! Here's to Soup Day!

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  5. Zan Marie,

    You always have a soup day attitude!

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  6. Love it! Brought me back to my child, and my mom's comforting daily pot of soup on the stove. Thank you Rose!

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    1. Hey Isabelle! Yes, Keev fondly remembers the same thing. I'm lucky that he carries on the tradition.

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