This morning at the farmers market we bought some chanterelles on a whim. I had never had them. So I fried them up in pretend butter and we ate them. I had never tasted anything like them. So good. This pic doesn’t show the orange color so well.
Last night we got home from our trip. It’s good to be home because it’s rainy here. And it’s home. I keep getting all these spams from people wanting to sell me real estate in other countries. Wtf. This morning, oh happy day! we got the mail that accumulated during our absence. There’s some great… Read More »
Yesterday was our Thanksgiving, and we made a huge feast. It was a lot of work. But we didn’t bake our own pies this year, and we skipped sausage rolls. This morning we’re having fry ups for breakfast. It’s good. Today we’ll go home. It’s hard to go home.
They’re going to get hurt anyway. Might as well have fun doing it.
We’re happy it’s raining. We’re happy it’s raining. To nourish the earth. To nourish the earth. We’re happy it’s raining. We’re happy it’s raining. To put out the fires. To put out the fires. We went to the co-op, tra la, tra lee! to buy an avocado for you and for me– mostly for me.… Read More »
You picked up everything for all the points it’ll bring. Or did you do something silly, something willy nilly.
Last night Mom beat me at rummy, but then we played speed. When I won, it was a new thing. I had never beat her at speed in my life. So then we had a rematch and I beat her again. Mom made Twilight Zone sounds. I said it was because she was sorting all… Read More »
Yesterday was the day before Thanksgiving, and we went to Costco. And lived to tell the tale. It was actually not too bad. Ming had to wait in a line for dinner rolls. There were mega pumpkin pies for all. We here are not having Thanksgiving today–we’re having it tomorrow when other relatives arrive. The… Read More »
Sometimes the only choice is the best choice. –Annette Taylor
“What should I blog about?” I asked Mom. “Kicking your butt at cards last night?” “What was the score? I didn’t even ask!” “Pizza? Going to four different pharmacies?” “All around the garden. Looking for a pill,” Mom said.