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Surviving. That is what we are doing.
Baking brownies and holding on tight as the weather is about to get ugly. The day was all right though much of the morning was spent with a vicious head-ache and the worries about everyone traveling to and fro. I had to remind myself, "Is this something I can fix? No? Then don't worry about it." I also took some tylenol. I made a soup filled with assorted leftovers from the fridge. The last of the celery, carrots, lots of garlic all sauteed together with a bit of olive oil. Then a little tomato paste to carmelize everything. Some water, some leftover cannellini beans, a few bits of bacon, and then a couple of leftover sausages. Everything simmered while I put together everything to make pulled pork. Then my Mom and my siblings came over. I fed them soup (which they said was exactly what they needed after being outside) a couple of cheeses, and then brownies and chocolate. They brought me some presents and chocolate and my siblings helped entertained the kids. My brother Mike is the most patient Uncle around. He took the kids out to play in the snow, put up with having snowballs thrown at him and helped to wear them out. My Mom even brought me milk and rock salt. Now people don't need to slip on the steps. A visit from them really helped me today. My siblings are staying here and then my sister flies out tomorrow before things go truly crazy.
I may go out and get more eggs and a few other minor odds and ends before the snowmageddon takes place.
I have piles of books, plenty of cocoa, and this lambswool sweater I picked up at the thrift store for two bucks. It is the least itchy thing ever. The vast majority of wool sweaters give me rashes. This is one gorgeously made thing. Argyle pattern, and it keeps me toasty warm. I am going to wear this for the next forty years.
Baking brownies and holding on tight as the weather is about to get ugly. The day was all right though much of the morning was spent with a vicious head-ache and the worries about everyone traveling to and fro. I had to remind myself, "Is this something I can fix? No? Then don't worry about it." I also took some tylenol. I made a soup filled with assorted leftovers from the fridge. The last of the celery, carrots, lots of garlic all sauteed together with a bit of olive oil. Then a little tomato paste to carmelize everything. Some water, some leftover cannellini beans, a few bits of bacon, and then a couple of leftover sausages. Everything simmered while I put together everything to make pulled pork. Then my Mom and my siblings came over. I fed them soup (which they said was exactly what they needed after being outside) a couple of cheeses, and then brownies and chocolate. They brought me some presents and chocolate and my siblings helped entertained the kids. My brother Mike is the most patient Uncle around. He took the kids out to play in the snow, put up with having snowballs thrown at him and helped to wear them out. My Mom even brought me milk and rock salt. Now people don't need to slip on the steps. A visit from them really helped me today. My siblings are staying here and then my sister flies out tomorrow before things go truly crazy.
I may go out and get more eggs and a few other minor odds and ends before the snowmageddon takes place.
I have piles of books, plenty of cocoa, and this lambswool sweater I picked up at the thrift store for two bucks. It is the least itchy thing ever. The vast majority of wool sweaters give me rashes. This is one gorgeously made thing. Argyle pattern, and it keeps me toasty warm. I am going to wear this for the next forty years.
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I may have to plan a winter trek to a nearby grocery for my human interaction. Maybe I just shouldn't think about it, because, come on a few days isn't as bad as my brain wants to make it out to be. We'll just keep the comedies rolling in on netflix streaming.
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Really I will be fine once Mr. Jenner is home.
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Jest not. Mum came to dinner on Sunday wearing her lovely aran cardigan. Which she bought from the supermarket when we lived in Belgium.
43 years ago.
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I am thinking more and more about things that last for decades. I might as well wear things that look good forever and ever.