The main floor of our house is infested with pine needles. We got the tree early, left it up late, and kept it watered, but man, after weeks, that tree was dry, and when it was consigned to the outside it shed needles and more needles as we dragged it kicking and screaming out of the house. The needles are all over everything: rugs, the cats dishes, clothes, everyplace. It's like there was a big pine needle explosion.
Yesterday was a truly miserable day, weather-wise. Temp barely above freezing, raining cats and dogs, slush everywhere, puddles too big for one's personal best broad jump, and we had seven, count-em, seven errands to run, appointments that just couldn't be blown off.
Got home late and had a 1)piggy house and 2) dinner to cook for company. Finally, at six I sat down with a big glass of rum with ice. Just the ticket. I made jambalaya with shrimp and andouille sausage. Lots of spices and hot stuff (Tabasco and cayenne). Zowie! Our noses were running but was it tasty. And enough for tonight, too. I whipped up a batch of apricot bars with apricots from the 'Cot King - Gonzales Orchards in California. http://www.apricotking.com/. Zowsa!
This recipe was the best and I added some grated lemon rind and a soupcon of lemon extract to make it extra yummy. Easy to make, too.
Another overly-busy day today, and what happened to the long, dreary days of winter? Now they're short dreary days, although we had sun today with plenty of black ice this morning to keep the pulse pounding and the legs attempting to balance. May I humbly suggest that Sperry makes good shoes to grip the road, the sidewalk or whatever. The boat deck, too, of course.
Tomorrow, my heart gladdens because I've got a ham bone (see photo) the size of Cincinnati to put into the navy bean soup. Ah, it will be a winter feast. And there is joy because no weight was gained between Thanksgiving and New Year, at least not weight which was not immediately discarded.
I was looking at e-publishers today and got myself into a funk again. Poor old World of Mirrors does not look like it is going to find a "traditional" publisher, and it is such a fun book. I had so wanted to have a book signing at the cute little bookstore in Hiddensee. Maybe one on Ruegen, and another in Stralsund. Merde.
Onward, onward. Through sleet and snow and dead of night and agent queries la la la!
Grapeshot
Yesterday was a truly miserable day, weather-wise. Temp barely above freezing, raining cats and dogs, slush everywhere, puddles too big for one's personal best broad jump, and we had seven, count-em, seven errands to run, appointments that just couldn't be blown off.
Got home late and had a 1)piggy house and 2) dinner to cook for company. Finally, at six I sat down with a big glass of rum with ice. Just the ticket. I made jambalaya with shrimp and andouille sausage. Lots of spices and hot stuff (Tabasco and cayenne). Zowie! Our noses were running but was it tasty. And enough for tonight, too. I whipped up a batch of apricot bars with apricots from the 'Cot King - Gonzales Orchards in California. http://www.apricotking.com/. Zowsa!
This recipe was the best and I added some grated lemon rind and a soupcon of lemon extract to make it extra yummy. Easy to make, too.
Another overly-busy day today, and what happened to the long, dreary days of winter? Now they're short dreary days, although we had sun today with plenty of black ice this morning to keep the pulse pounding and the legs attempting to balance. May I humbly suggest that Sperry makes good shoes to grip the road, the sidewalk or whatever. The boat deck, too, of course.
Tomorrow, my heart gladdens because I've got a ham bone (see photo) the size of Cincinnati to put into the navy bean soup. Ah, it will be a winter feast. And there is joy because no weight was gained between Thanksgiving and New Year, at least not weight which was not immediately discarded.
I was looking at e-publishers today and got myself into a funk again. Poor old World of Mirrors does not look like it is going to find a "traditional" publisher, and it is such a fun book. I had so wanted to have a book signing at the cute little bookstore in Hiddensee. Maybe one on Ruegen, and another in Stralsund. Merde.
Onward, onward. Through sleet and snow and dead of night and agent queries la la la!
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