Mini-gardening

My temp of 100.9 on Friday hinted that pushing my golf cart up and down hills for 9 holes probably wasn’t the smartest choice.

Library Dining

 

          It’s pretty ironic that this past week’s posts seem to all be food-focused, since by Friday I had a cold that would fell a trucker. A big trucker. My taste buds are currently on holiday somewhere else.

Cooking Urges

 

 

 

It was a slow day on Sunday, which meant a big pot of Pasta e Fagioli. If (when?) that recession arrives, this will just the thing to hold body and soul together. 

Happy Halloween

Our wonderful cat Satchel from long ago

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swanky

“Over the top” can go two ways.

Goodbye Old Friends

     A glance at my bookcase triggered another clearing-out urge, but this is one I want to ignore. In spite of not having listened to them for years, I’ve hung on to my old audio tapes. I did discard quite a few, but these are my favorites. Why am I saving them? Unless an excavation in the basement reveals our son’s old boombox, I have no way to play them anymore. It’s going to be hard to put out Eric, Sting, James, and K.D. for the next trash pickup.

Footstools and Mushrooms

           Having a bedroom on the first floor means that when I wake up and open the curtains, I can climb back in bed and look out at the woods as I read for a while.