A big pot of rhubarb sauce.

Someone told me today that I'm stirring the pot. That's nonsense. People stir themselves. I don't stir 'em. Oh, I stir myself. With thoughts. Anyway, I also don't make people angry. They make themselves angry. They have a choice. It's been a long time since I've been angry. Outright angry. Can't remember when. An indication that it's been a while back. Come to think of it, the only time I've stirred the pot in the past year or two was while I made rhubarb sauce. In a pot. On the stove. By golly, just the thought of it whets my appetite. Tomorrow I'm gonna make a big pot of rhubarb sauce. --Jim Broede