Susan made a lemon tea cake.
It was very pretty to see.
It was impossible not to eat.
Susan made a lemon tea cake.
It was very pretty to see.
It was impossible not to eat.
Trying to decide if I should start using Blogger again or stay with WordPress. Deciding may require a glass or two of wine.
The final days of January 2021 are upon us.
The final days of Dry January 2021 are upon us.
Pictured here a “Virgin Bloody Mary.” It tastes pretty much like a Bloody Mary, less the vodka, of course.
I bought the Bloody Mary mix (Agalima Organic, The Authentic Bloody Mary Mix) back in October thinking we might have one or two on Thanksgiving and on Christmas. In years past, family traditions included a large pitcher of Bloody Mary mix next to a bottle of vodka on a counter.
Because of Covid there were no family get-togethers and no Bloody Mary mix on a counter next to bottle of vodka.
We never did have a Bloody Mary or two but come Dry January, I enjoyed a Virgin Bloody Mary or two.
The month, Dry January, is really about wellness and it feels fine and healthy to enjoy the month without wine at dinner—or a Bloody Mary! I think we will keep it up. Within reason.
Of course, Dry January is all about living an alcohol free month—not dessert-free.
And we have enjoyed a few spectacular desserts.
Susan made this delicious Berry Cake!
Susan also made Fika, a Swedish chocolate treat!
I made a Banana, Blueberry, Chocolate, Coconut, Walnut Bread which was so good!
And a few days ago, Susan made an outstanding Orange and Chocolate cake!
I haven’t lost much weight but once it warms up outside (It was 2 degrees this morning with a wind-chill of -12!) and I start walking again I am sure the weight will start to disappear and I will get back to my college wrestling weight class.
Cheers!
Yesterday, Friday, January 8th, was Susan’s birthday. When I woke up on the day before, the 7th, I thought the 7th was the 8th.
Before she woke (on the 7th), I scrambled to wrap her present and make her card. (See Freddy above sniffing at her card and present.) Soon she came out of the bedroom and I said “Happy Birthday!” She said, “Today’s not my birthday. It’s the 8th.” I said, “Today is the 8th. Come. Let’s look at the calendar.” Sure enough it was the 7th. This confusion a sign of the times. To misquote a song by Chicago, “Does anybody really know what day it is?”
I know tomorrow is Sunday because the Sunday New York Times is delivered. And Wednesday is garbage day because I see that our street is lined with barrels filled with garbage. And Friday is Brooks and Shields (Now Washington Post columnist Jonathan Capehart since Shields recently retired). But other than that I am never sure of the day or date. Or time! This a sign of the pandemic and being in quarantine. I need a calendar!
Susan opened her card first upon waking on the 8th, a picture of our kitchen table which I think says much about who we are, our interests, our love of books and beauty. And it reminds me of a painting by French Impressionists. I enjoy still lifes of our home.
Years ago, I wrote:
Light rain falls all day.
Birds feed all day.
Leaves reflect zinnias.
Drift roses still blooming.
Snow in forecast.
Trick or Treat?
This is a favorite poem. “Kicking the Leaves” by Donald Hall.
Follow me. There is a path up ahead. I can see it. I have been here before.
Follow me across the stone bridge. It is beautiful.
Follow me. I have to finish painting.
And then I came home to paint.