Wednesday Roses & Wishes

One of the perks of working late on Tuesday is the bucket of discarded roses.  Others usually get to them before I remember to look, but yesterday the roses were all mine.  Red for me and yellow for G.  No fragrance at all in these farm raised roses.  The fragrance is half the joy of having a rose in the house. I have said this before: they are discarded because the rose's center is too loose for sale to customers.  And in a day or two the petals will be raining down on my table top in a puddle of dark red and black red.  I don't mind.  Then, into the compost.

I have the Turkey Search on the kitchen island top.  G stopped, picked up the pen and found 6, 8, even 10 more names last night before reheating (for the third time this week) some BBQ pork for dinner.  Now we are left to find the last 12 business names.  I haven't looked at it this morning.  Having a slow start to the day. I have had two cups of coffee and a toasted chunk of baguette with my own grape jelly.

It rained again last night.  This morning we have sunshine, weak, but welcome.  Later, Riley and I will go for a walk.  I have on the new (to me), very loose, grey cord pants I bought at Goodwill a few weeks back with the XL (too large) baggy grey shawl collared sweatshirt.  I feel thinner than I actually am in baggy clothes but I look larger in baggy clothes.  I am actually FAR from thin right now.  G expects a proper dinner this evening.  I haven't cooked in ever so long and could get used to this lazy housekeeping.  I intent to thaw chicken. (I am thawing chicken) and will probably make Chicken Marsala since I seem to have mushrooms in the fridge and Marsala in the cupboard. I can "smell" the chicken from way over here, even frozen.  I hate chicken.

I switched G from frozen bagels in the morning to store brand English muffins this week.  He says he is enjoying the change and having two muffins to replace the one bagel.  I tried getting him to eat breakfast cereal, but the only cereal he would eat was Frosted Flakes and I think that is more candy than cereal. I am still not eating my oatmeal and it has more to do with the bowl it is microwaved in than the oatmeal itself.  The bowls I was using (for years) got chipped and replaced by a rounder, less flat bowl.  The oatmeal isn't the same.  Too wet.  I like it sort of dense and chewy.  None of the bowls in the cupboard work and I have tried them all.  I was hoping to find one of the chipped bowls in the garage and bring it back into the house but, alas, they are gone.

I finished the evergreen wreath (10 inch frame) for the porch Goddess to wear on her head this holiday season.  I think I have some sparkly things in the attic to glam it up a bit.  And a few fake pearls to wind around her neck.  The Goddess has been good to us and I should let her know I appreciate her good work on our behalf. I had planned to paint the table she sits on with purple paint (purchased) but never had the time to get that job done which is probably a good thing.  I can at least glue the broken edge back to the top.  And give the table a good wash.  The Goddess was a dull red when I purchased her at TJ Maxx many years ago and the sun and weather outdoors has faded her to a pale terra cotta.  Lovely. My neighbors think we are Buddhists.  I have always wanted a Buddha in the back garden.  The stone ones I want the most are very heavy (to ship) and very expensive.  The smaller ones aren't attractive. A Buddha is such a peaceful, meditative thing to have.  I should ask the Universe to see if there is a Buddha for me out there, somewhere.

Other items I would love to have someday include a tilting, wood Architect's drafting table;  Dearfoam slippers that aren't made anymore; and a small printing press for intaglio prints. Of course, red CROCs would always be welcome.  And my garden Buddha.