- · Weather report from the coast: The rain that’s been thundering down the West coast hasn’t reached us yet. It has reached my friend Katy who lives on the other side of a creek in the country. To make sure she could get to work yesterday, she parked her car on the roadside of her bridge. When she started off to work, her car sputtered and died. On the alternator under her hood was discovered a fresh mouse nest made of twigs and wire coverings. A colorful and expensive work of art.
- · Personally, I never got warm yesterday. The pool seemed cold, the hot tub wasn’t hot, and I shivered at work. I stayed home today. Resting. Taking care of myself. Warm. Under the covers until breakfast, shut in the warm office later while Martha does the big cleaning. Once I figure out what to do with the tchotchke’s on left the work table after my big cleaning, I can go back to quilting.
- · My cooking has been a little better lately. I used to love to cook. I still love to watch competitions like “Top Chef.” But my past cooking styles had been based on thirties Germanic and sixties Sunset stuff. Even when the “French Chef” entered our lives, the more relaxed but large portion cooking stayed with me. Then I burned out on cooking. Faded away. Frozen foods be me. Not now….these days we eat by the plate. Since carbs are a no no and whole grains don’t work with IBS, we eat meat and veggies. On smaller plates
- · Tonight we are off to a potluck. I couldn’t think of what to cook until we got to Costco. There on one isle were boxes of mini quiches. Imagine a hundred or so drunks eating quiches. The thought stretches my sense of humor.
January 12, 2017
Slowly things come together for the holiday. I’ve sent out a couple of real cards. Everybody else can just put up with Images on Faceb...