Friday, June 12, 2020

Daily Notes- June 12th



We're going to do this their way one more time and then I am joining the Revolution and returning to the old blog.  Connie- I tried the little arrows but nothing moved the line to the far left.  But I did find the line that Deb is talking about in the comments so I can revert.  I am always  critical of "new things" and my husband is always wanting me "to just give it a try" (stop laughing ml ) but I said no to the car that comes with a button and not a key.  And reading books on a computer tablet.  And ordering drugs on the internet.

I guess this new Blogger has given me permission to fly my I Am A Dinosaur Flag
But I do know how to get this thing to publish and insert a photo. so- there is a learning curve and I am making progress.  The Smile Face?- I am still not brave enough to see where that goes. Also the ARROW is now Big and Bold and Black.  And appears when one least expects it.

My daughter suggested these gluten free cookies for me to try.  Poppies.  Six Belgian Chocolate Macaroons. Non Genetically Modified. I must start reading the packaging on my grocery purchases.  The cookies are not expensive and are mostly sugar and coconut with minimum chocolate.  Would be improved by a shortbread cookie base.  But that defeats the purpose of the cookie being gluten free. But it would make the cookie interesting to a wider audience.

As you can see in today's photo- I have added a few more strips to the "project" and tried- successfully, I hope- to get back to the wonky.  I am not hand sewing the two quarter inches anymore- I am laying the already sewn piece to the new strip, turning the top fabric under a quarter inch and hand appliquéing one to the other.  Keeps things flat.  The solid color is new on recent additions.- I could not find the original. And the fabric I am using is lighter in weight and I am not that happy with it.  But many searches have not produced the original pink fabric.  It will show up when I decide I am done. If that lower edge does not iron flat I will have to resew it.  Easy enough with appliqué.

I cooked yesterday.  Made the pork/mushroom ragu that husband likes to eat.  I do not like it. I usually would make a purely vegetarian sauce for myself but didn't even want to bother.  I didn't want to search the freezer for a package of roasted Sungold tomatoes for the sauce.  Because finding none would have been so very sad.  Meaning I will need to grow the tomato plants, tend them, pick the tomatoes, roast them and have pasta sauce in late 2020 or 2021.  Not now.  I neglected to roast any last Summer due to things going sideways emotionally with the dog.  So many things went sideways last Summer.

The Curbside Pickup for the Library sent me an email that more books are waiting for pickup.  In February/March, which seems years ago- Connie recommended a list of books she had read and knew I would enjoy reading.  The books have been "ready for transfer" from other libraries since March.  Two managed to travel just recently.  Which is amazing. I thought they weren't ever going to be sent.

These Curbside Pickup notices are disturbing my Pandemic rule of only one day outside the confines of my house and yard. To limit my exposure to other people's germs.  I picked up books Wednesday- my Shopping Day.  To go out again- just seems wrong. But- BOOKS- how can I not go get them?

I don't want to be "one of those people" who carry on like nothing is wrong anymore and just "do what you want".  I live in a State where things and feelings are getting difficult.  One restaurant (actually it's a bar where people sit and drink all day) is open and letting people sit inside.  A "tattletale" called in and the place got closed down, fined and is in danger of losing its liquor license- so far the restaurant owner has refused an interview with Tucker Carlson of Fox News who has a new remote studio here in Maine. The owner now wants "the name of the person or persons who called"- to take care of them.  And he feels he has the right to do that.  Take care of them.  A nice friendly beat down, I guess.

And so it goes.  I fear the "re-opening" will be massively more painful than the closing.

1 comment:

Liz A said...

reopening in Texas is already a disaster as our local county numbers went from single digits in April, to double digits in May and now pushing upward toward triple digits this past week ... we will continue to stay home as much as we can