Yes, it snowed! It's scary, but this is only the second tiny sprinkling we've had this year. (Scary because, yikes, global warming. Sorry, polar bears. I'll miss you. And you too, penguins.)
Judi and I worked for about four hours and then I came home. I hadn't left the heater on and it was a balmy 56 degrees in the casita. I had a hot lunch: a big bowl of potato leek soup and some steamed Romanesco broccoli and a hot cup of decaf coffee. I did a sink-load of dishes just to have my hands in hot water. Then I cranked up the heater and changed into some sweats and got under the down comforter with my book and about thirty seconds after I did this happened:
Saba came over to poach some body heat.
We snuggled together and I finished up Teaching A Stone to Talk, the Annie Dillard. It's a re-read; the first time I read it was about ten years ago. I'm surprised at what and how much I remember of it. It made such an impression on me the first time around.
[Later:
I'm sitting here eating a midnight snack that made me laugh because it would have horrified the kid I once was. What is it? Garlic and herb goat cheese on rye bread. (I passed up buttered rye toast and dark chocolate because I didn't feel up to the effort of making toast (!). Either snack would have horrified then-me though, actually.)
That made me think of when I was in the third or fourth grade and we went on a field trip. I had a brown bagged lunch, probably baloney and yellow mustard on white bread, and a thermos full of something to drink. The thermos leaked and soaked my poor sandwich and I had nothing to eat for lunch so the teacher offered me half of her sandwich. I don't even remember if I was able to choke it down out of politeness, the proffered avocado, tomato, and sprouts on wheat bread. I do remember that then-me had never seen such a horrifyingly inedible thing even. Of course now that kind of sandwich is something that I would choose to eat because I'm getting old and my taste buds have been beaten into submission by years of living with a vegetarian. But then? Ugh, disgusting.]
2 comments:
I liked my baloney fried til it puffed in the middle and got crispy on the edges... with mayo though. hmmm. I kind of have a hankering for that right now. thanks. not that I will....
Teaching A Stone... I have that one too from years back. I love the story about the eclipse best of all.
yeah, winter... the flowering cherry trees are blooming here..
Mmmm! Fried baloney sandwich! That was gourmet food to me as a child. So exotic, fried baloney. I don't think I've eaten baloney in decades even. Sounds good though, don't it?
:D
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