Myrtle the Toyota is in the shop. We ferried her over yesterday, and she can stay there till there isn’t a rattle or roll to be heard. With G putting 200 miles a day on the odometer, all sorts of things gave out just recently.
Having one vehicle changes things a little tho. He was determined to go to the gym. I was determined to go to the gym too. He has the job; so I went with him at 0630. By going with him on all Tuesdays, it lessens the insanity of trying to write a blog, go to the gym, print a poem or piece of prose, change clothes, pack breakfast, pack lunch, and get to school soon enough to get a parking place all before 9. Going with him gives me an extra hour of sanity. Thank you.
After class I tidied. The house was quiet while I made the bed with the new summer bedspread. Way too conservative, but there it is. Sunshine poured through the windows while I cleaned up my messes. Perhaps once long ago he left messes, but not now…they are all mine. Piles of books went downstairs, others were put away in order, and still more were just shelved to look good.
Books are my downfall. But you knew that. I went to shelve three new cookbooks and discovered there was no room. This is flat out a terrible situation….no room in the inn. I just finished David Kamp’s The United States of Arugula, a catty but fascinating history of how we learned to appreciate food in America. There’s no room to shelve it. Now I am really enjoying White House Chef by Walter Scheib and Andrew Friedman. It’s a more current look at the foods and happenings in Americas House during the Carter and Bush years.
I just have discovered that Roland Mesnier, the Pastry Chef during those exact years, has also written a tell all book. Since I collect white house cook books, I can’t let these volumes remain unbought or unshelved.
If you want me, Thursday I will be downstairs culling the cookbooks.
Links to White House Cook Books