It's a sunny but chilly day. I set back the clocks I can do manually. Like the microwave. When I was making my Daily Oatmeal. Daughter dropped off her overwintering tender perennials. The third or fourth year they have Wintered in my upstairs bathtub. Like Seniors going to Florida.
I got her to carry the three IKEA (circa 1982) outdoor chairs into the Attic. They are heavy. Now we won't see her for awhile...puts her off the Parental Units when she has to carry heavy stuff up into the Attic. Feels we should be asking a guy to do it. We don't have a "guy". We have a "girl".
I began the day with a shower. Nice and hot. So I feel pretty good. I do have laundry to do. And I do have the dentist tomorrow cleaning my teeth. Neither of those two things is anything I want to think about. so..I am reading the newest Helen Hoang (Heart Principal) and we have one character recovering from cancer surgery and another just discovering she is on the Autism spectrum. One third in and not much is happening other than the guy from the Bride Test is making margaritas for his tattooed relatives and has a new fire pit in the back yard. Author gives us in depth descriptions of the full body tattoos in every book. So I am transitioning. The girls in the last book had tattoos--and the guys had them also.
I did some baking. Did I mention it yesterday? Anyway, I baked an old fashioned family recipe for Apple Cake. I used the apples I was given after my haircut. They are quite tasty. And the cake is very good. My husband cut himself a tiny slice and then filled his dessert plate with purchased snacks. I had a good sized rectangle. I may just wrap and freeze the majority of the cake. As usual, he prefers purchased food and not home made food....but I wanted to use the apples. So..it's on me.
Having homemade baked goods in the freezer is a lovely thing
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