Very occasionally, someone will ask what my blog is about. After writing every day for over 7 years, you would think that I knew. I mostly stammer something, not with the passion that I feel. It's about my life, my experiences,
mostly positive . It's a stream of unconsciousness. I try not to mention actual names, but you can figure that out. I do not slander anyone. I don't postalize. My blog is my account of being me . I love to have a reader leave a comment , a memory, a question.
I would really like a reader to share with me a memory that they may have forgotten., that my message brought up to them. I'd like the reader to know that really, if you don't go, you won't know. Everyday living is for the brave. Getting old is rough. Being
a single makes you have to get up and get out., do it. We all have in some way or other, shared the same experience. Everyone has a story and can write.
I major in commas. Forget rules and your 5th grade English teacher. Just write it down. It's a feel good exercise,or at the very least,it purges some bad feelings. I know that there are stealth readers. People who read my blog, but say that they never go on
FaceBook. I love Face Book. It is a life line to outside of myself. I am a stealth reader ,too. I don't respond to a lot of what I read, but I am interested and I consider some strangers as friends. I do NOT respond to the request to be my friend from some
creepy messages that I get. I look to see who mutual friends are. I don't know if this protects me from scum bums, but that is what I do. So what is my blog about? I'm still trying to figure that out and put it into words.
What an absolutely beautiful day. I vote for at least 300 more like this. Since it is Saturday, we were off to Sequim and a
few yard sales along the way. We don't want to have withdrawal symptoms. My son picked up four brass door knobs for $10. They were designed and made on the east coast in 1890. He looked them up on Google when we got home. They very much looked like the ones
we had in our 100 year old Victorian house in Evanston. We did two stops in Sequim. Walmart and Costco. There are some things that you just can't buy in PT. We got back to PT with enough time for me to
just sit in a lawn chair and inhale the sweet scent of peonies and look up at the perfect blue sky . Dixie's allergies are in full bloom, so I gave her a snippet of Benadryl so she can get some sleep tonight. She sees the Vet in a few days and once she gets
her shot, she's good for several months. It's a wonderful day in our neighborhood and I am just going to enjoy every hour left of day light.
The people of PT lied to me. Summer doesn't really start July 5, it started June 22. ! I followed my grandson to a garage where he was to leave his car for repair and then I was to drop him off in PT. He was doing the driving
and when we got to where he was getting out of the car, he put on the blinkers so I could get out of the passenger side and take over driving. All well and good. But he walked away to an appointment and I couldn't figure out how to turn off the blinkers. In
frustration, I saw a man walking toward his car, I called out to him to please come and help me turn off the blinkers. He got in the car on the passenger side and the two of us looked for something to push, pull or hit to turn off the blinkers. He was no help
, so I just drove home with the blinkers , blinking. When I got home, I asked my other grandson to come help me turn off the blinkers because even with the motor off, they were still going. He came down from the studio where he has his office and pushed the
tab that said" passenger air bag". The blinker went off. What a stupid place to put a blinker.
The sun is so welcomed that today, as I drove past a bike shop, the staff had put blankets outside and were just lounging in the sun. That is how dispirit we are for sunshine. And the forecast is looking good for more of
it. I have started watering my plants every day and now I have been advised to water my veggies every day, too. The snow peas are prolific. I am going to start freezing them. I did make lettuce soup and with a shot of pesto, it was pretty good. The recipe
called for one potato to use as a thickening agent , but I didn't have a potato, so I used cannellini beans. After pureeing, it worked the same. My grandson is going to give me more strawberries to keep my one plant happy. It's too late for berries this year,
because it just isn't getting hot enough, so I can look forward to a crop next year. I hope. So far, I am having a bumper crop of parsley, lettuce and snow peas. You can't be too thin, too rich or have too much parsley.
I've been watching some 2 year old You Tube's from Bon Appetite ,the magazine. They have a whole series of videos filmed at the writers family kitchens. The difference
in these two year old videos is that they were done at the height of the Covid quarantine. I wondered why so many of the younger staff that were involved in the videos had returned to live with their parents, in their old home towns. Then I
remembered. The restaurants were all closed and these single professional cooks, had no incomes,no jobs. . So you go where you are welcomed to live... for free. They were filming from places like Texas, New Jersey, Arizona. You pick
up on their personalities,some stick to the script, others more free form cooking styles. One guy is annoyed with his Mother because she cuts her onions pole to pole and not at the Equator.And he finds them when it's his turn to film.Another laments that he
can't find New York Bagels and uses soft white bread for toast, because that is what there is.Occasionally, Mom or Da accidentally moves across the screen. Life during an epidemic.The videos are addictive because you become part of the family. Because they
pretty much don't get out, some episodes challenge them to make a meal with just what they have in the house, making substitutions when they, for instance , don't have macaroni but do have orzo. It gets as basic as how do you make your coffee to what do you
do for dessert when there is nothing much in the pantry. Ten chefs have 10 different ways for the right way to make coffee. I also learn along the way. Now I know that if I over salt , I can try adding an acid, like lemon or make more of the recipe and don't
season. And , their refrigerators and freezers are as disorganized as mine. That makes me happy. I can relate.