What a F’ing day … Started off & the cats were just being pesty, hissing at each other, knocking stuff down, getting into everything. Like when I went into my bathroom and Hammie was standing on the toilet seat splashing water everywhere. Easy to remember because she’s in my lap now, squeaking and butting my hands to try to get me to pet her, and kneading my leg with her claws. She’s warm and shedding and making my face itch.
I sorted out the leftover flowers from the birthday dinner, that we hardly enjoyed because they spent most of their life on top of the fridge where the cats couldn’t get them. I put a jar of statice with no water on the pass thru. I went out to get the papers, and was thinking, “Hmm, maybe I can get some glads at the Market”, and Hammie knocked the jar over.
We biked to the Farmers Market – that was nice – talked to friends, got coffee. We were conservative in our purchases because Mark’s going to Door County for his use it or lose it vacation while I stay here and get my online courses ready. I got a bag of peaches and a basket of plums and dragon tongue beans to cook with tomatoes & onion like the ones in my birthday dinner salad last week. And poblanos to roast. And corn. But people were clumpy and slow and annoying.
We came home and had separate breakfasts. I had a hard-boiled egg and cheese sandwich and some of the plums. Not sure what Mark had – something from Stella’s. He went off to the library, and to run errands for his trip, and I went to E. Wash to get stuff out of the basement.
Hard boiled egg sandwich with homemade pickles and mayo
Little plums from Morren Farm
There was an old broken table with a glass top in the basement, and I was going to take it with a load of other stuff to the trash and recycle drop off, but we decided to leave it on the curb, along with a clothing rack. Mistake. I decided I wanted to get a new dish drainer and shower curtain, so I came home for coupons, to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond. When I got back the glass top was smashed, in the gutter and the street, and the sidewalk. Probably someone taking the clothes rack broke it and left it for me to clean up.
I was pretty tired by the time I got back home. A lot of the stuff in the basement was heavy. Like the 80 pounds of water softener salt I brought home, or the old trash can of dirt and sticks that I dumped in the yard waste pile, and then tossed into the rigid plastic dumpster at the trash and recycle drop off. So probably not so surprising that after I mixed up the bread dough with the sponge I’d had rising, I discovered the little bag of seeds that was supposed to go in, still sitting on the shelf. That might’ve actually been a good thing, since I kneaded the seeds in, instead of mixing them in with the mixer.
I decided that instead of working on setting up my online courses, I could relax a little bit – it was after 4:00 already. So I took a shower, and then was going to sit and read on the back deck. But even that took work – the resin Adirondack chairs needed to be scrubbed before they could be sat on.
Resin Adirondack chairs
I made a good pasta – penne with corn and onions cooked in a generous amount of butter, with goat cheese, a little drizzle of half & half, the pesto that was trying to turn black in the fridge, and a roasted pepper – in the course of making dinner, I got the poblanos roasted, too. I cooked a whole pound of pasta, but only used half – the corn lightened it up. There’s still stuff to wash in the sink, but only one pot and one half sheet pan. And I think the seedy bread will make good toast for breakfast tomorrow.
I brought home the little bunch of fake grapes I used to put in the bathroom at E. Wash – but I might have to take them back – the paint’s messed up in the little alcove where I always put them, from some deodorizer thing that Belinda tried when they used to have to keep the cat box in there – so maybe it needs fake grape camouflage. I’m sure it’ll make all the difference in the selling the house.
Fake Grapes
