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magidI stopped at the Butcherie this morning. As usual, I found things I'd not seen before, including corned beef knishes (?) and the house brand of chorizo aka "Mexican sauceges" (!).
Irises are almost gone, alas. I so enjoy their interesting shapes, especially compared to the simplicity of tulips and daffodils. Rhododendrons are also fading, but at least the mountain laurels are just starting.
I don't have an alarm clock. To get up in time to see the transit, I decided to use time bake, so I'd wake to freshly baked bread. Since I'd put in the cinnamon-dried cherry bread before going to bed, it had a very long second rise, and turned much much puffier as a result. Another result was that the bread couldn't let the filling out (a perennial problem for me), having filled all available room on the baking tray during the rise.
I am not happy about two days of 90+ degree (F) weather. On the other hand, if it's only two days, then returning to the 70s as predicted, I'll cope.
I had forgotten some of my favorite Reagan statements (especially the one that trees cause pollution). I was not impressed with his tenure at the White House, and it seems like it's been a long slide into Alzheimer's since then, so I'm a bit surprised by all the outpouring of emotion, not just from politicos, but citizens around the country.
Side note: this has also brought up my squickiness about not burying bodies for a while after people die.
I'm rereading The Book of Three (Lloyd Alexander) (thanks, Bitty!) for the first time since I was small, and I'm struck with how I keep thinking of The Lord of the Rings. Gurgi <=> Gollum, Cauldron-Born <=> orcs, etc. And the whole deterministic tone, too. Still, the plot is different (psychic pigs!), the world different. I'm enjoying it more than I did the first time (it was a bit too scary for me at the time, making it hard to turn off the light late at night), though certain Assistant Pig-Keepers come across as rather... younger in attitudes and reactions than a character of the same age would likely be written today.
Irises are almost gone, alas. I so enjoy their interesting shapes, especially compared to the simplicity of tulips and daffodils. Rhododendrons are also fading, but at least the mountain laurels are just starting.
I don't have an alarm clock. To get up in time to see the transit, I decided to use time bake, so I'd wake to freshly baked bread. Since I'd put in the cinnamon-dried cherry bread before going to bed, it had a very long second rise, and turned much much puffier as a result. Another result was that the bread couldn't let the filling out (a perennial problem for me), having filled all available room on the baking tray during the rise.
I am not happy about two days of 90+ degree (F) weather. On the other hand, if it's only two days, then returning to the 70s as predicted, I'll cope.
I had forgotten some of my favorite Reagan statements (especially the one that trees cause pollution). I was not impressed with his tenure at the White House, and it seems like it's been a long slide into Alzheimer's since then, so I'm a bit surprised by all the outpouring of emotion, not just from politicos, but citizens around the country.
Side note: this has also brought up my squickiness about not burying bodies for a while after people die.
I'm rereading The Book of Three (Lloyd Alexander) (thanks, Bitty!) for the first time since I was small, and I'm struck with how I keep thinking of The Lord of the Rings. Gurgi <=> Gollum, Cauldron-Born <=> orcs, etc. And the whole deterministic tone, too. Still, the plot is different (psychic pigs!), the world different. I'm enjoying it more than I did the first time (it was a bit too scary for me at the time, making it hard to turn off the light late at night), though certain Assistant Pig-Keepers come across as rather... younger in attitudes and reactions than a character of the same age would likely be written today.