Toasted French Baguette

Breakfast this morning.  Toasted baguette with a tiny bit of butter and my very own Concord grape jelly. The second jar opened.  We are actually eating it this time and not "saving" the jelly for some special breakfast occasion.  An event that hardly ever happens around here unless I bake biscuits and with the weight gain, I try to never bake biscuits.

I was up earlier than expected this morning (I thought I had slept longer), trolling through the blogs, which I reach from my own site.  And I realized how many times I accidentally closed the site and had to reopen. So, most of the 47 visits a day are my very own self.  Duh!!!!  And if you see Winsocki, Vermont as a location for a visitor, it's me.  In Maine. Comcast.  The gift that keeps on giving.

G arrived home yesterday with a lovely thank you note from a recently departing employee.  G had spent a great deal of time developing this guy into a McD's manager and depended on him.  The guy felt the work was way too hard and left for a job that was easier.  His note thanked G for changing his life and increasing the quality of his life.  I smiled as I read and mentioned that the only employee G had ever failed to manage successfully, was me.  G nodded and said that was true.  And that's the way it is.

We are closing things up at work.  Yesterday the guys took down seven outdoor display tables and stacked the cement blocks they sit on, onto a pallet and lifted it with the tractor forks.  "someone" will get to rack all the gravel and stone today.  I ordered trays for all the remaining perennials (even though my manager never asked me to do so).  And someday carts will arrive, empty, and I will lift and load all the perennials.  After a good rain.  So they are wet and heavy. They are always wet and heavy and the day I load is always dark, damp and depressing.  One of these days a team is showing up to recover the Annual greenhouse with new plastic.  And yesterday the family handyman was trying to install a new pump for the fertilizer dispensing system.  Which hasn't worked all season.  He made four trips to the hardware store before I punched out for the day.  It could be working. It could still not be working.  A Dosimeter.  I've been dipping a paper coffee cup into the concentrated fertilizer and pouring it into filled watering cans and feeding the plants.  That's the way I roll.  My manager never suggested doing that.  I'm a rebel.  You can see why G never had any success with me.

I have leftover cherry tomato pasta for lunch today and I am exceedingly happy about that.  We are having leftover pot roast and mashed potatoes for supper tonight (I get home at 6:30) and it's tough to decide who should go home on DWTS tonight.  So many awful performances.  NCIS tonight.  I will try and stay awake.