First, yesterday. Today
a jigsaw puzzle and perfectly golden-broiled sandwich.
I also started going back to therapy today. Fingers crossed.
First, yesterday. Today
a jigsaw puzzle and perfectly golden-broiled sandwich.
I also started going back to therapy today. Fingers crossed.
It's gray and rainy outside, I'm watching football being played in the snow, I'm cozy on the couch with a cold Dr Pepper and lots of knitting --- and even a little cross-stitch --- to do.
This is a perfect day.
I realize my Abraham post was a while back, but I found this photo today.
Abe looks deceptively imperious. He didn't have that gear, really. Hannah was nine months old and still rocking the baby chubby arms.
Still churning the car thing. I'm leaning heavily toward a new one, as --- for a number of personal/relationship reasons --- I'm not particularly attached to my Highlander, and the little knocks and hisses and clicks it's producing are a bit unnerving. Maybe a birthday present to myself?
In other news, I found this little guy while cleaning out a drawer.
So, today I found out that to get my 20+-year-old car up to snuff would cost close to $1600. The car itself is now worth, if we're generous, $2000. So now I have to go grovel before the bank to help me buy a new one.
Still, while I waited for the bare minimum service to be done, I got a lot of work done on a 400-stitch scarf.
Dee commented in the post before last that she bakes her cornbread into muffins. Legitimate. And pretty.
I do muffins, too, on occasion.
My mother, and every other female relative who ever chipped in on a dinner I was part of, made cornbread in a skillet. Hence, my long history with the cornbread wedge.
I never liked cornbread until someone provided me with some that was sweet. Daddy used to crumble it into a glass of buttermilk. Despite my disliking both the bread and the buttermilk, I was usually able to eat 1 or 2 spoonfuls of that. (Which may have been more about sharing moments with him than anything.)
However you do bake and eat cornbread, or anything else, share it with people you love.
My second Bankhead hat is done:
First Son, now possibly Daughter. Three of Hannah's co-workers are COVID-positive. It might be her turn now. I feel left out. There's been rain here this week, so I have had sinus headaches a few days, but that's just not the same thing.
Got groceries yesterday so I could meet my couple-of-days-long craving for chili and cornbread. The former canned (sorry purists), the latter homemade. Gotta say, they hit the spot.
The first feather of 2023.
I'll go into this new year, but I'm gonna wear a wristband
so that if I need to leave for a bit, I'll be able to get back in.
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