Journal — Day three: The natives continue to war furiously with one another. They bedevil me with evidence of their nightly raids, leaving their litter across every corner of this tragic little island. I cower in my tent, tossing … Continue reading
Okay, so here we are — Scarlett, Wilson and me … day two of being Home Alone … and all we’ve done so far is to devolve into a ridiculous recreation of the story of those poor British school boys … Continue reading
In case you can’t read the sign, it says, “BASSETS FOR OBAMA” Regardless anyone’s viewpoints in this highly-charged political climate, those Bassets are absolutely the CUTEST!!! Yeah, I know … I just used THREE exclamation points. So much for being … Continue reading
For three days I’ve not left the comfort of my jammies. I’ve not had a meal that didn’t include mashed potatoes slathered in butter and salted with tears. I’ve not had an hour in which I haven’t caught myself staring … Continue reading
It’s been several weeks since I broke my leg. I’m making progress; thanks for asking. I’m told that in a couple more weeks, I may be able to gingerly try to place some weight on that leg. The operative words … Continue reading
I know those people I live with have stolen my frog. I’ll just sit here and wait for the ransom note, which I’m sure will be written on my kibble.
It occurred to me today (I’m admittedly slow on the uptake here) that, as of September 29, I’ve been blogging now for two years. I thought it might be fun to take a walk down memory lane and re-publish my … Continue reading
Here’s today’s Depression-era recipe — this one from my grandfather who could make an old boot sound delicious: Cemetery Stew 2 slices of white bread, torn into bite-sized pieces 1 cup milk (sprinkle of sugar if you have it) Mix … Continue reading
I’m collecting recipes that are easy and affordable for today’s times. Here’s one of my grandmother’s Depression-era recipes. She called it Poor Man’s Bread. 1 Cup flour 1 Teaspoon baking soda Water Stir in enough water to make a batter … Continue reading
It’s a day’s work moving me from my soft and pillowed spot on the couch to somewhere else … especially when that somewhere is away from the house. Before … when we had only Lily the Cat and we didn’t … Continue reading