I am having so much trouble with the blogger app on my phone. It is apparently unsupported. I can upload pictures but it crashes every time I type text. I am experimenting with emailing the text, then adding the pictures using the app.
Those leopard beds are supposed to be Homer's but the other cats disregard his wishes. Maybe I should just get more leopard beds so everyone can have two. Or three. We never had cat beds before and were completely surprised by their popularity.
Ahhh, finally the right cat is in the right bed and all is right with the world.
My favorite time of year is when the wisteria blooms. I know I post about this every year but it's my happy time. This year, I was a little late taking the pictures. A small rain caused what last year I called wisteria snow. This year I am calling it purple rain for princely reasons.
There are still many blooms showing off their beauty.
One morning last week, as I was on the phone with someone, I saw a small white pickup truck pull up in front of the house. A woman got out and approached the house. This is most unusual. I finished up the call and answered the door with some trepidation.
Not to worry! She lives in the neighborhood and loves driving by our house. She thinks it's so cute and charming. And she loves my wisteria! She had bought a flowering vine but it hadn't flowered yet. She thought it was wisteria. What did the wisteria leaves look like? Well, mine didn't have leaves yet. So maybe she has something else? I politely suggested she ask at a nursery, since I am no plant expert. But oh I was happy that she took the time to stop by.
It was a beautiful lesson. This experience, plus the compliments I have received on the caterpillar and butterfly windows, really lifted my spirits and pulled me out of the doldrums, so much that I began blogging again.
If you love and appreciate something or someone, let the person know. I've been working on reciprocating that this week. There was a customer with a gorgeous purple (I KNOW!) knit purse. It turns out her mother made it! And I had a lovely chat about British TV series with a founder of the Betsy-Tacy Society.
I'm letting a co-worker take credit for giving me the tip. He saw it on a YouTube video. I didn't tell him that I had already read about it in the Food Lab cookbook. Let him think he taught me something. I intimidate him enough with my crossword puzzle skills.
Anyway, you crack the egg into a sieve and drain off the runny part of the white, then drop it into simmering water. Voila!
Hmmm. That looks a bit skimpy. I think I need another egg.
That was one of the best breakfasts I've made in a long time.
I saw this 3-D recreation of Fallingwater, which reminded me of our visit there in 2014. Which reminded me that I had not shared anything of that trip, let alone last year's road trip. And now we are planning another road trip this fall. I am a terrible travel correspondent.
Oh well, I'm just going to enjoy this. I hope you do too.
When I worked at the school, one of my personal delights was helping the kids with art projects. I miss that. I'm in a wistful mood lately, missing a lot of things. Happily, new things do appear: book store windows!
Our manager had the brilliant idea of doing a Very Hungry Caterpillar window, since the publisher had declared March to be Hungry Caterpillar Month and the store had somehow gotten a double order of books.
I really miss the daily drive, taking Ernest to school. He was so excited when he got his driver's license because he thought he was imposing on me when I drove him somewhere. It wasn't an imposition; I loved it. We had some great adventures.
I enjoy heading in a new direction on the way to visit the lovely M-I-L once a week.
A few weeks ago we drove from the ocean...
to the forest...
No, not really the forest. Just a driveway through a vineyard. We were on the hunt for the Cuban food truck! Success! The most delicious Cuban sandwich and yuca fries.
Last weekend was not so exciting. Just an expedition to Costco and a hot dog.
Bloggy silence here. Blogging is not what it used to be. Other social media has replaced the blogging cameraderie. Still, I know I have a few friends that check here to see what's up. I'm just not sure where I want to go. The blog has had a good 10 years.
On one hand, most of what I post is drivel.
On the other hand, it's a little more creative than posting the drivel on facebook.
I might make it private, invitation only. It unnerves me to see 400 views of my drivel.