I cooked yesterday. I spent about three hours. The food cooked longer. Because I wanted to make a good batch of spaghetti sauce, I hunted down tomato puree. What is it about Salem that no one carries more than a very few cans of puree?! There were two cans and no marked place for them where I finally found them. I guess there are too few Italian cooks here. I finally snagged two large cans and three tiny ones. It…
I know it’s hotter in other parts of the country, but it’s more like when we lived in Virginia than ever. Part of the reason we moved here was to get away from the heat and humidity. At least the humidity isn’t bad here. Why am I cooking on the hottest day so far this month? I was going to make three dishes for the freezer, but I may not. Our a/c is temperamental. I don’t want to stress it….
But still too hot! We went to the mall for me to order new glasses, and then stopped at Fred Meyer’s for some fresh vegetables and canned tomato puree and cream. Both of us were wiped out when we got home two hours after we left. Of course partly it was because the a/c in my car died last month. But still! 75° = perfect 85° = hot, not bad for summer 90°s = too hot, miserable, but I’ll live…
On the first day of summer 2021 I was frozen. Really! I had to stay inside as I was doing a colonoscopy prep, and it was near 100° so Iqbal turned the a/c on. My den just kept getting colder and colder. By bedtime I wanted winter blankets. Yesterday I closed the a/c vent and the door and opened the window. Much better. Today the a/c is back off and all the windows are open and it’s an absolutely beautiful…
It’s not really a tree house, but the living room seems to be up in the trees. I spent way too much time combining three photos into a panorama photo. Then the interior was dark and the exterior was practically whited out, so I spent more time trying to capture what I actually see. This is as good as I could get. (Excuse the mess–that’s true enough.) What looks like an orange tree in the first two windows on the…
It’s interesting. There are probably an infinite number of colors. No two people see exactly the same color when looking at the same thing. Some people will see very subtle differences in colors. A small percentage of colorblind people don’t see any color at all, while most can’t see differences between specific colors. Synesthetes see color in relation to senses other than sight. A color related phenomenon that baffles me is a fear of color, or a fear of using…
I really don’t know. At one time I’m sure I thought I knew. Is it because I’m always changing? I am mother, wife, sister, and grandmother. I see these as part of the definition of me, but none, alone or altogether, is a compete definition of me Who Am I? I am a woman at the threshold of my seventh decade and yet I remain a child. Occasionally, I refer to myself as an old woman. I am a grandmother,…
I tried to be. I’d like to be. But I’m just not. (5-21-21) It’s been over a week since I typed that. Apparently I’m not a “Weekly [Anything]” kind of gal either. What I’m really not, is an “Organized [Anything]” kind of gal. And I’m not sure why I opened this blog. My lack of organization means I have nothing prepared. Since I wrote here last: I worked in the backyard–cut the branches of the weed trees hanging over the…
I’ve not written because I’ve not really done much of anything worth writing about. I have been mostly cleaning and organizing. I don’t have any plan. Some days I don’t do anything. On other days (more and more), I just do something in whatever room I’m in, or want to be in, and work for as long, or short, as I feel like that day. No goals I need to meet. Nothing that can say I failed to do it….
First, some business (though I doubt those who need to read it will.) I did not intend to spend my time here reading meaningless comments. I used to have a capsha option, but I no longer do (or I can’t find it) so I needed to put comments on moderation until I can figure it out. I appreciate a genuine compliment as much as anyone, but I’m not looking for compliments . . . especially on my “great blog,” “wonderful…