A little cabbage goes a long way. EVERY time I fix coleslaw, I end up with a mountain of it. And yours truly ends up eating 3/4 of that mountain because you can't waste perfectly good coleslaw, now can you? Honestly, I try so hard to just cut off a small hunk from the cabbage. But it multiplies. And it doesn't keep well, I've found. It goes limp and tastes funny even by the next day. Adding grated carrots seems to help the cabbage from turning black on the edges, at least. You know me and unseemly black spots on vegetables.

So, everything in life seems to go limp eventually, at varying rates of speed of course, depending upon what we're talking about. For instance, my sheets seem to go limp after about 4 nights sleep. In fact, they begin to feel like oilcloth. Or my pastry cloth after rolling out one too many pie crusts. Well, maybe oily isn't limp, but it's the same idea of wilt. Once at summer camp, month-long camp, I was a counselor, all decked out in a home-made dress, pale pink sleeveless silky dress with a little sheer flowered jacket thingy, I forget what you call it. Anyway, it was HOT at camp, no AC or anything. This was Sunday after church at lunch, the best meal of the week, and I was serving tables. I walked into the kitchen to pick up a bowl of rice and this fellow counselor said, You look like a . . . wilted flower. THANK YOU VERY MUCH, not the picture I was going for.

Hey, I made biscuits tonight and the dough was limp. My biscuits don't like to rise. I use non-aluminum baking powder, is that's what's wrong? Anyway, the dough was too wet and saggy and of course I wound up with flat disc-y biscuits. They tasted good because I used that marvelous pastry flour, which I bought to make Pioneer Woman's Best Ever Pancakes (which the second time I made them they were completely different, did I tell you that?, not as good, of course, when I had company).

Speaking of Pioneer Woman, Sweet Tulsa tells me today that she saw where they are going to make a movie of PW'S love story. Sweet Tulsa amazes me, she is so in the know. I said, Not surprised, it's a great story and I wonder who will play the part of PW? So, I digested that through the day and at dinner (fried chicken, mashed taters, COLE SLAW and apple sauce and FLAT biscuits) I mentioned to Mike, They are making this PW movie and I think Reese Witherspoon should play the part. (By the by, Sweet Tulsa and PW are both from Oklahoma, which speaks well of OK.)

I hadn't checked PW'S website lately, so after dinner I looked her up to see what she had to say about the movie. She had stuff to say, naturally, but as I scrolled down, there was a picture of Reese Witherspoon. Ha, ha, why can't I be a consultant or something? I'm always a step behind and NOT in the know except in my own head where it doesn't do me any good at all. It just leaves me feeling limp.

But it's true, if you read on the website Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, you will know yourself immediately that only Reese W. could take this part and bring it to perfect life. PW and RW seem to have the same personality, at least the parts RW plays in her funny movies seem exactly like PW. Anyway, I think the movie is a ways off as PW has to first finish writing the book. Meanwhile, she cranks out her website like there's no tomorrow, and CDW and I simply don't understand it unless she has a staff of ten.

Speaking of CDW, we need to pray for her dear sweet precious little mother who is in the hospital. She has had a few spells before, so it is a worry at her age. CDW'S mother is right up there with about five women I've known in my life who made me go, I want to be like Mrs. Anderson (CDW'S mother). Or Mrs. Caldwell, Crissy's mother. Or Sue B.'s mother. Or Crissy's cousin, Carol (that's really good, two ladies in one family). Some people are just born with it. In Reminisce magazine there was a picture of these two sisters, one was a baby, the other about 5 years old. The five year old had THE SWEETEST little face ever, angelic, really, absolutely heavenly, not a mite of guile in that cherub. The caption was written by the angel's son. He said, EVERYONE loved my mother. I believe it. Anyway, these women I've mentioned, some of them had a gentleness and kindness that was profound and stopped you in your tracks. A couple of the others had a bubbling joy that was contagious. I find it very pleasant to know people like that to emulate.

Going to go eat the rest of the coleslaw, even though it will be in some stage of limpness. Maybe I'll wash it down with a flat biscuit. Man, I could mail those biscuits in an envelope. I think I'll go and see if PW has a biscuit recipe. HERS would turn out high and fluffy.

Limping Along KEM, who, however, is enjoying her new brown hair with body (meaning, not limp . . . yet)