Himself: Applied for jobs, played games, worked at the museum, ate soup and enjoyed it too, watched Olympics.
Herself: Wrote, read, ate, wrote, shopped, cooked the Alton Brown soup whole roasted, salad, muffins, and brownies…enough for days. Olympics while I read. Still coughing up guck when I move around yesterday. Climbed several flights of stairs and didn’t cough today.
Reading: A middle aged E Cadell.
Gratitude: Soup, Cadell, always G.
My acid green serving plate is a true example of color saturation. Flat out exciting color unless you put food on them. Then again, they go wonderfully with those heavily saturated placemats I picked up at Amvets this week. Exciting stuff. There’s nothing bland or mixed about these colors. I’m sure they will turn a steak beige or a green bean orange. Colors do that to each other.
I like food that looks like food no matter the dishes they sit on. Then again, I am a failure at white dishes.
By pure luck, G and I found these older, Russell Wright, cinnamon colored plates at Amvets many years ago…here’s a whole set half way down the page. That day, they were dollar something a plate. Dear G gave me a whole set a few years later. They work for us. Somehow this gentle, glowing brown works well with food of any color. Tho they are a delightful strong color, they are not a true unmixed color, a saturated color. By sheer chance the other day, I found another set of placemats of a gentler value range.
I know, I’m silly. I love playing house, but I have no money to play house with. Still spending two dollars here or two dollars there doesn’t offer the same shock value as a couple of hundred here or there. I can laugh in delight over my saturated colors for weeks as someone might when going to a comedy or watching something on TV. I can sit in my living room chair with a good book to look up and laugh over a bit of saturated color.
Sometimes, I just smile over me too.