'Bushwhacked'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That reminds me, I bought a lemon and must clean out the microwave today. We had a tragic queso explosion. (If you cut a lemon in pieces and 'wave it for 30 secs, it loosens all the dried up junk and makes it much easier to clean.)
LEMONS. One day, I will rule the world, lemon in one hand, giant dictionary in the other.
ita !, I am continuing to hold -ma in my thoughts for you and your fam. The offer to punch me really hard out of frustration stands. (Bicep or thigh, please!)
In the meanwhile, this has some ludicrously clockwork precision choreographed moves
In your face Oh-OK!
LEMONS. One day, I will rule the world, lemon in one hand, giant dictionary in the other.
Get a lemon tree!
If you cut a lemon in pieces and 'wave it for 30 secs, it loosens all the dried up junk and makes it much easier to clean.)
I did not know this. I'm glad you said something, because my microwave is nasty and partway through my raking I realized I HAD NO MORE LAWN BAGS. Grrrr....
Off to the store (adds lemons to list)
Thanks for the book rec, Kate and Kat. Not that it's hard to find Xmas presents for Franny, but it's nice to find ones that I like too.
Get a lemon tree!
A mini-Meyer lemon tree is actually on my Xmas list!! I really want one for the bayesque window in my dining room.
A mini-Meyer lemon tree is actually on my Xmas list!!
Emmett's tree ("Jerry, the Good Tree") is still producing lemons.
Ooh, I want a lemon tree.
I also want to have woken up when I meant to and to have already started the Day of Apple Butter.
Day of Apple Butter
Oh, yum. One of the things I miss most about my great aunt Alice (my grandmother's sister) is the things she (and her mother, my great-grandmother) made. Apple butter, coleslaw, all kinds of canned vegetables and jellies. Most of it on a wood stove for years, too.
Phew!
The buzzer just went off for the front door. I wasn't expecting anyone, but looked at the time and realized that it's the usual time when my dad arrives when he comes to visit. I took the elevator down, racking my brain to try and remember if Dad and I had talked about him coming today, because if we had, I'd forgotten and my apartment is a mess!
Turns out it was an Amazon delivery, which I didn't know they did on Sundays. Cool!
I got more lawn bags. By the time I got home, you could no longer tell that I had filled the two lawn bags I had left before running out.
Just hand me a rock and call me Sisyphus.