Tuesday I so overcooked the chicken skewers, the chicken was rock hard. A real embarrassment.
Wednesday afterwork, I went back to work. With help I loaded four or so boxes of discarded books into Grumpy and took them to the Goodwill. Barbara, the lovely retired OR nurse I work with on Wednesdays, took another four to an animal thrift store up near where she lives. The assistant store manager paid someone to take everything away, but they didn’t take all the books. The Shop still hasn’t found a replacement for the folks who took them before.
Last night’s dinner came out perfectly: Red cabbage, kielbasa, and apples with balsamic vinegar and ginger.
I’ve been grumpy all day. No excuse. Perhaps I got up on the wrong side of the bed? Maybe I didn’t like researching the Renaissance.
Instead of staying cranky, I delved into the garage. G did one set of shelves last weekend. Thank you…tho they need a bit more done on that top shelf. Today I moved the fleet out and did one big shelf next to the door. There are two boxes of sketchbooks I didn’t go through, but everything else got properly sorted. G wants to keep the keyboards and one monitor. I kept the silver and one set of Blue Ridge dishes. Lots of things went into the back of Grumpy for the Goodwill.
The sketchbooks are as much my memories as are my journals. I think I need help going through them.
Dinner Tonight? G’s taking me out.