Views from the Train: Barstow trestle. Below: detail.
- Not that it’s a boy or a girl, but that it’s a common cold. Oh, Grrr…. No, I don’t know how I got this one or where. Yes, I’m going to keep on living my life with my face averted. No hugs. I love ya, but no hugs, no hand shaking, no compromises. I’m taking all the pills and meds and suggestions. Oh, well, I guess I will be using that $40.00 buck co-pay inhaler too. Right now I am going to drink my morning coffee and try and ignore it.
- Sent eight pair of pants to the thrift store, a heroic act.
- The cake is in the oven. Yes, once a week I bake a sheet cake…an adventure I had never wanted. The first two cakes were bombs. I forgot the oil. I forgot this, or that, and the cakes turned out horridly. Then I had a couple of good cake weeks. They left me feeling triumphant. Now today’s cake batter is runny leaving me to wonder what I did wrong. I musta let those few weeks of successes go to my head. Then again failing at baking is vastly better than cleaning up after 200 some drunks every week.
- He’s checking on the cake. He’s over there singing the YMCA song. He’s a keeper even if he cackles while singing the YMCA song.