Wednesday, 30 December 2015
On the 30th, I took a break from reading time with the feeling that I simply MUST remove the Christmas tree, eager to have the space back because I wanted to put my mother’s old desk there. I had used it for blogging during Christmas time and realized I liked it much better for that purpose than the blue table.
Before putting away my village houses, I thought I should photograph them in order to study the details. I acquired them from Swanson’s Nursery in Seattle back in Dcember 2005. The backdrop is kitchen condiments, as I was in a hurry to be done with Christmas and move on. Pretend it is a mountain range (of pink salt and of pepper).
Thursday, 31 December 2015
dealing with annoying customers:
poor old chocolate lava cake:
This gives away nothing of the plot. Bread and Butter is a flawless book.
Meanwhile, Allan made a sturdy new cat ramp that replaced one that had been hurriedly made before we moved in :
And he took some photos of what I believe is a female stellar jay:
Allan keeps us alive during stay(book)cation by foraging for groceries and for the daily mail from the post office.
Seen by Allan in the back window of a vehicle:
Friday, 1 January 2015
Wind blew down a tree on some important power lines partway up the Peninsula and all of our friends at the north end, including Todd and Dave and Melissa were without power till after 9 PM. I was glad we were not affected as the day was cold and we have no alternate source of heat.
I followed Bread and Butter with another book by the same author.
On page 44, it rocketed to another ten star rating.
This author has a knack for picking subjects that interest me:
ALS (a friend died of it and I fear it) in the novel You’re Not You. The film kind of butchered it.
Restaurant life in Bread and Butter.
And now alternative co-op life (and food co-ops and feminism and small farms) melded with something maybe a little apocalyptic. She knows just what I like to read about.
This is just how I feel when someone posts a meme on Facebook justifying spanking.
(Below) Co-ops like these still exist in Madison. The Womyn’s Coop is now called Avalon. The name change was not so long ago. I read some websites about them. So fascinating.
She has life with an alcoholic perfectly pegged:
andMichelle Wildgen is a new favourite novelist, but unfortunately I have now read all her books.
Saturday, 2 January 2016
I began a long novel by another favourite:
The title comes from a favourite quotation of mine:
I do feel that attention should be paid to the fact that Allan had a birthday! In the evening, we were joined at the 42nd Street Cafe by Dave and Melissa, Todd, J9, and Patti. It was not the weekend for Kathleen to be here, and we were sorry she could not attend.
Places were set for three absent friends, Ed Strange (who had to help some friends wash dishes at another restaurant) and Susie and Bill (who had to attend to guests at their B&B, the Boreas Inn).
Patti got her caesar salad with calamari deconstructed, so she could take half of it home.
The 42nd Street provides an exciting touch for birthday dinners:
Another gift: about a fern quest: