Dying of Delight

Do you ever have a real good laugh at yourself?

I just did. Love it when that happens. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror in a stunning outfit of gorgeous blue pyjamas (one of Grandma B’s shirts and a pair of plaid flannels from the secondhand store) and looked so damn adorable it made me giggle. Ha! Still chuckling.

You had to be there. And be me.

Ho Hum, Onward and Upward

I’m looking through my pictures, deciding what to post today. There’s part of my brass collection on Grandma J’s silver tray, which you’ve seen before. There’s the travelling journal I’m doing my pages for, finally (thanks again Sandy for the reminder and the blank book). There’s the front cover of the memoir Halfbreed, by Maria Campbell; a shocking read. (Quite the eye-opener about prejudice here in Saskatchewan before the 1970s. It was about more than that though; it was about alcohol abuse too and the effect it had on people and their family life: it brought violence.) There’s my musical instrument collection; you’ve seen it. Not these pictures, but the stuff itself.  Some old handwritten journal pages. Pics taken through Karen’s window. The beautiful socks Katherine of Moab knit. You’ve already seen them. The kitchen shelves with my two sets of old dishes. You’ve seen them, but not on these shelves, the new ones (brought over from the old house). Sunset on a super cold day a month ago. The End.

Then there are the pictures that haven’t been downloaded from the camera yet. Three tea blends that Joan sent with Dad for my most recent birthday (tried one last night and almost died of delight). And whatever else is on the camera, that I’ve forgotten about. There are always a few.

Then there’s today’s tarot card to track down an image of (quicker than scanning a card from the deck) and write down the message from and post both for the daily draw. Seven of Cups.

There’s breakfast to have. Dishes to wash, dry, put away. Barn cats to feed. A dog to walk with. Research to do (work-producing project if it flies). Floor needs swept and washed. I have one of those Swiffer mops; hope it does the trick on laminate and cork.

The muffins had been in the oven for 10 minutes yesterday when I saw the brown sugar container on the counter and realized that ingredient had been missed. I had also messed up while adding molasses and ended up not sure exactly how much I’d put in, but it was more than called-for so they turned out okay sweetness-wise. Gotta lower the oven temp. from now on though; the bottoms are always burnt a little at 400F.  (Joan, that’s your bran muffin recipe I linked to yesterday. I never have overripe bananas to mix in because when they’re fresh we eat them all. By the way, Dad said he needs to learn to make banana loaf. He’ll be looking for a recipe.)

While writing this entry I’ve managed to wash and dress, eat a crust of toast with honey, and run some dishwater. Time to go. But first: photos.