Googling Around

So I've wasted about 4 hours today with Google, doing research for the California book, and trying to find out where the Harvey Houses across New Mexico were located and figuring out where my heroine would be for breakfast and what they might serve.

Menus are scarcer than hen's teeth, but I saw some fantastic southerwestern architecture and I suppose I am getting a feel for train travel across the U.S. in the 1920's and the allure of the Harvey Houses.

In the meantime I found a really cool blog, "if the creek don't rise" and had some other ideas, so maybe nothing is lost except the words I might have written and still could write.

S.O. is dozing on the couch down here in the home office. We have a comfy old down sofa and a Danish rocker that's been rebuilt and reupholstered a gazillion times. Sofa was an old down-filled Dunbar so old it had a curved back. Also rebuilt and recovered multiple times. The old area rug from the late lamented Marshall Field is fraying mightily, but everywhere I look I see something interesting or beautiful or old or sentimental, so the room is really cool with his and hers areas and lots of book cases and music and what else could you want? We keep a bottle of Amontillado (not a cask) down here with the funky little glasses.

When S.O. finishes his nap, we're off to feed the cows. Yesterday the poor things had nothing to eat and the snow is really too deep to forage in. I don't know what happened to the hay, but we have some plastic bags of cow food, mostly bread and fruit and veggy scraps. I think we waste almost no food around here.

Tonight we're going bar hopping around Foxborough Stadium to check out the scene before tomorrow's big game. The movie Volver came from Netflix, and there's more Broccoli/ham casserold to nosh on, and a huge mass of challah bread pudding (see previous post).

Now if I could just get down to writing.


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