Today you get a picture of a Sandwich. I am imagining it to be the shredded baked chicken with honey and tons of mayo. The sandwich I love just now..... in the past months. Which I haven't had in what seems like a long time. I am imaging the bread to be that French loaf I love so much.
I made the Roasted Cherry Tomato Pasta with the very last of the roasted tomatoes in the freezer. Full of pectin. Creamy from that. I am being frugal with it. Making it last.
I am like that when I love something. I am frugal with it. Holding on as long as I can to it. My Beloved Sweaters. My Favorite Socks. (both more mending that original) My favorite books. This old computer where this blog was created. This blog. How I look forward to sitting here and typing words that someone out there might just...possibly...read. And connect with me.
I was very alone when I started this blog. My quilting friends had died or moved away-----one by one until I was alone. Very Alone. So I worked at the Library. And made transactional friendships --I checked out books to familiar people. That ended. I quit just before they fired me. Then the Greenhouse. And after ten years I wasn't healthy enough to stay. Breathing was a problem. My knee gave out.
And now....it's just me in this house growing older by the day. Procrastinating about everything but the Field Notes.
I have a huge PILE of laundry to do. The change over from Winter Clothing to Not Winter Clothing. It's a GREAT PILE of CLOTHING. Mostly husband. He creates a lot of laundry. I have a load set to go...but never pushed the BUTTON to start it. I have a Button Washing Machine. So STRANGE. Like visiting a Foreign Land.......I am not comfortable with it.
I also need to vacuum the floors. Dust. Winter Dust. Somehow, the lawn across the street got mowed. While it was raining? Or very early this morning. How very very strange...........
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