Well, now I know that rolling apple slices into something that looks like roses is not something I am naturally good at it. I don't think I'm going to pursue greater proficiency in that particular skill, either. Regardless, tarts are assembled to my satisfaction and chilling in the fridge. Hopefully squirting all the apple slices with lemon will keep them from looking too terrible unappetizing tomorrow.
'Safe'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ha ha fell down the stairs. Shouldn't be too bad waiting on Uber.
Oh no, does that mean an extra ER visit, ita?
ita, take care, I want to come and wrap you in soft cotton and hugs. You'd kill me, of course, but it might be worth it.
All you people with the cooking and the going places and the doing stuff. I've slept most of the day. The new AD seems to be working but it makes me sleepy. I'm trying to be productive but I can barely remember what day it is. I'm glad I have a smartphone now that remembers stuff for me.
Do you have a photo of grown-up Finn, Anne? I adore fluffy white cats.
Dammit, gravity! Don't be like that.
I have cooked a lot for me this weekend. I need to eat this food every meal else things will go bad. I may actually need to freeze something. I still want to make a fruit tart of some sort that will work on my challenge.
Lots of cold rain yesterday and more expected the next two days.
Snow on the mountains.
(I think that's a haiku)
Cold rain yesterday
More tomorrow
Snow on the mountains
Brava, Connie!
I spent an hour hacking at the shrubberies, including taking a lot off the neighbor's pomelo tree. Every fall this tree overgrows my driveway and drops huge rotting citrus onto my driveway (or my car). I will really need to hire a gardener to do this, there was a lot I couldn't reach.
Now I'm drinking a beer (!), watching episode 2 of The Roosevelts, and waiting for the Narnia Fic Exchange collection to open.
I'm being hit on by Onelio, my landladys landscaper. I feel deeply unsafe now with people crawling all over the property all week and all weekend after five years of the landlady doing nothing to upkeep the property. And my always open window.
Also, have standards, dude!
Make that middle line "More expected tomorrow" and you're 5-7-5, Connie.
Suddenly, just doing my little pre-run warm up exercises is wearing me out. Weird.