Pour a glass
Friday, 8 February 2013
Sometimes you just need to celebrate Friday. Or whatever day hits you as the day to celebrate.
PS: No snow here.
NOTE: OOTF, no flower!!! But still sweet. Or sweetish…. Trying for an up-note…. Cheers!
Musings
No purchases
Thursday, 7 February 2013
I think kitchen-oriented folk in this culture must be open to buying gizmos. We love Cooks Warehouse, but I remain amazed at what’s available on their shelves. I even saw a vertical stick with a base and clip on the top, for standing on your counter, with the clip holding a plastic bag open. I didn’t check the price.
The Smood is a version of a whisk; the tart tamper looked like a muddler.
Bonus day…
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Strong fog this morning, fading by the time I took this….
Wake up little Susie (not sure how this lyric applies; just more of my ennui?), or, How did this daffodil get facing “backwards” to the sun?
Two photos in this entry are consistent with my strange, wandery, indecisive day…not a bad day at’all, just a bit floundering a tad from one thing to the next….
File under…live’n’learn
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Never occurred to me; I think of sausages, and hotdogs are a sausage, as being fatty, and I sure don’t think of bison as fatty.
And, no, I didn’t buy any.
On our siding
Monday, 4 February 2013
The mystique of trains has largely bypassed me, but not the Guru. We now have a resident replica PHD, that is, Port Huron and Detroit, boxcar, ready to roll along the St. Clair Blue Water Route….
Aloe of February
Sunday, 3 February 2013
Do shadows have a seasonal look? I see this as a winter shadow….
Coffee station
Saturday, 2 February 2013
We didn’t expect the scout-space to have a coffee maker, and brought our own. My fellow volunteers are a thoughtful bunch! And the food they brought—yum!
Cold (outdoors—we were plenty toasty indoors) overnight. I walked over frozen ground and found frost on the windshield when I went out early to de-sham-lock the gate for our morning arrival.
Good meeting, well organized and guided; thoughtful participation (super yea!); easy to stay alert, and not just from coffee rations.
Still, I was VERY happy to leave a bit earlier than my fellow attendees, since my role has shifted and I’m no longer on the Board, and am merely a Committee Chair. (Here.)
Beneath a clerestory
Friday, 1 February 2013
Every once in a while my volunteer work leads me to do something I wouldn’t do otherwise. Like overnighting in a Girl Scout camp—while it’s scoutless.